"It's Team Free Will 2.0. With two salty hunters, one half-angel kid, a dude that just came back from the dead again and the special addition; a tinker-"
"What? No buzzer this time?"
"Uhu, buzzer sounds unmelodious. You don't."
"So you've finally...
"And he'd hated himself, and hated her, too, for the ruin they'd made of each other."
― Dennis Lehane
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The warmth of the water had long since faded as I sat on the tub, watching the steady drip of the faucet, and contemplating what happened the previous night. I needed to process everything I'd found in my dreams before the memory turned into nothing but a mere strands of illusion.
My father was here. He promised to get me out of this ominous place and indeed it was no trick of my mind, I thought.
At first, I was confused, happy even but as soon as the thrill expired, uneasiness crept into my brain and I was at constant war with myself. A depressed sigh left my mouth as I laid back and rested my head on the edge of the tub.
I didn't know how long I'd been soaking before I heard a loud thump in the bedroom. I sat up straighter in the water and scrambled for the towel hanging on the hook. Wrapping it around me as tight as I can, I got out of the tub and stood outside her door for a second, then pressing my ear to the wood, I waited but nothing happened. Slowly I turned the knob and peeked in– as no trace of an intruder in sight, I drew out the breath I held in.
Only a book fell from the shelf.
Walking over I crouched down and picked up the fallen book, my thumb ran smoothly across its spine. I was about to put it back on the shelf but came up short when my eyes caught a small rectangle of paper carelessly lying on the floor.
It was Jack's! It was one of those photos, Maxim brought to show me days ago, one of those moments, they captured without our knowing.
My fingers trembled as I picked up the photo— the Nephilim wasn't looking at the camera, his eyes focused on distance, maybe on someone. His dark hair; a stark contrast against the white and blue of the sky behind. A hint of a shadow hid half of his face, I reached up and ran my fingers along the brighter side.
How long ago has it been taken? How long ago has it been since I saw him?
Taking a deep breath, I try to get the swirl of emotions under control. I'd been staring at it for over five minutes now. Shaking my head, I got up and put the book back into its original place, but I came to a halt when the flash of my own reflection in the mirror attracted all my attention.
My eyes.
They were gleaming with a shade of golden, the same one I was familiar with; the one I saw numerous times shining its brightest on the eyes of the Nephilim.
A shiver of panic shoots through me as I could do nothing but watched the color slowly fading to its original. After the initial shock wore off, it was surprising to see I didn't feel like bursting into tears, in fact, I reacted very lightly. And the more I prodded the surer it struck me because I realized I knew it all along from the very start how I wasn't going to be the same old Fayre Stratton like I used to before. The connection between Jack and I; the one that originated through a piece of his soul changed both of us for forever, maybe for better. And deep in my head, a voice only confirmed how it was a prelude of something to come.
