Nephilim and the Nun

•Chapter Fifteen•

Adina
Sit Still, Look Pretty by Daya streamed from the speakers, as I leaned against my kitchen counter, sipping coffee. I bobbed my head and swayed my hips to the beat while glancing out the window into the busy streets of New York. It was a Saturday morning and everyone was busy but the traffic was a bit less compared to the mornings of the weekdays when everyone had to rush toward their places of work.

Although my eyes were on the streets below, my vision was blurry with thoughts of my disturbing night dreams sailing through my head. I still couldn't come to terms with the reality that I saw the stranger from the club in my dreams.

Not just once but consecutively as I slept and drifted from dream to dream. In each of my nightmares, he was there, carrying the voice of Uriel but all I kept seeing were those cold icy eyes that I could never forget_not after he ate me up with his intense gaze while grazing his hands on my body and setting me on fire down to my nerve endings.

A familiar thrill ran down my spine and I felt my core quiver from these thoughts. Shaking them off, I gulped down the rest of my warm coffee before trudging to my bedroom and flopping into the chair beside my bedtime table. My sketch pad was already open with a pencil sitting on it and a folded piece of paper beside it.

Making a random sketch to get my mind off my disturbing dreams was the first thing that had come to mind as soon as I'd seen the light of day but somehow, I wasn't settled enough to create anything meaningful. Hence, I decided to let the caffeine calm my nerves but now, I was ready.

Before I could start, I reached for the folded piece of paper and tried opening it but my heart skipped.

Are you ready to see it? The small voice in my head spoke, making my hands quiver but I drew in a deep breath to fill my lungs before slowly releasing it.

Ignoring my thoughts, I picked up the paper and opened it. At first, a smile stretched my lips when my eyes landed on the content_the last sketch of Uriel that I'd done, the one I was rushing out to give to him before I discovered he was gone and before I'd been captured.

Tears leaked out of my eyes but I quickly caught them with my finger, swiping them off. It was a brand new day and I wouldn't be caught crying over a past I couldn't change.

Will I ever see you again? This question sneaked into my head, followed by the thoughts of how I heard the general saying he'd been shot by his men.

What if he's...

"No." I blurted out in a strong voice.

He promised me he'll escape and be safe. I mentally reminded myself, forcing a smile onto my face, despite my palpitating heart. I sagged against the chair, closing my eyes in hopes of calming my agitated nerves so I could spend some time drawing or even painting but that was my mistake, as clear blue eyes flashed in my mind's eye, causing me to snap my eyes open. I glanced around the room, just to male sure I was alone because it felt so real as though he was standing above me and looking into my eyes.

Releasing a breath, I got hold of my pencil and decided to sketch the eyes that seemed to be haunting my dreams. If I couldn't get rid of them, I might as well make a realistic image of them. It always helps.

Just like that, I got to work making a rough sketch of the man I'd seen at The Rave. After I was satisfied with the sketch, I got my water colors from my small closet and began painting him, adding as many details as I could remember from the short moment I was with him.

By the time I was done recreating this image, it was well past noon. The rumbling of my stomach reminded me I'd unknowingly skipped breakfast. I groaned, pangs of hunger threatening to eat me up as I sagged against the chair, paint brush in hand. But a satisfactory smile bloomed on my face when I stared at the painting of Lucifer.

I did a pretty good job.

Dumping the paintbrush on the table and leaving the painting to air dry, I rushed into the kitchen to fix myself a quick meal and maybe take a nap before I get ready for my shift at the club in the evening.

*****

Four hours later, I was standing at the parking lot of NightLife, dressed in my uniform of a black miniskirt, a crop top and sneakers. I liked how the outfit was, and the fact that it revealed nothing except for a bit of my thighs and my stomach. But that's not much skin, is it? Compared to what I had to work in at The Rave.

I glanced at the time on my phone screen to see I had about twenty minutes before my shift officially started. Slinging my bag over my shoulder, I strolled into the club in time to see Lindsey, the girl that worked in the previous shift rounding the bar to exit.

"You're just in time, Dina," she gave me the thumbs up, resting against the counter with her elbows placed on it, pushing her busty chest outwards.

"Never late," I grinned.

"That's not even it. I've got news for you,"

"Yeah?" I placed my bag on the counter, hopping into one of the stools beside her as my gaze darted around the room to see it was mostly empty with just a few customers scattered about, having a drink or two with friends.

"Guess what?"

Her words drew me back to the discussion and my gaze returned to her heavily made up face, with the cute glasses resting on the ridge of her nose. Lindsey gave off the vibes of the quiet naughty nerdy girl. And to even make it better, she's got the type of body that men would call To die for. If I was a guy I'd probably tap that but sadly, I'm not into girls.

"A new dancer?"

She rolled her eyes.
"Would have been better. Gary is leaving,"

I stared at her with narrowed eyes, trying to make sense of her words but my eyes widened when they finally clicked.

"No way," I blurted out, my shoulders sagging. Gary was our boss and the owner of the club. How could he leave? It meant shutting down the club and that could mean no job and no money for most of us, the workers.

Lindsey nodded as though telling me it was truly happening.

"Why? What's gonna happen to this place?" I waved my hand around, my heart suddenly feeling heavy.

"Sold?" she shrugged, making a face at me like I was supposed to figure it out.

"Oh..." I mouthed as it finally made sense.

"And we've got a new boss. He's coming in today before the next shift begins."

"So fast?"

"Yeah, it seems Gary has been at it for a while now. Heard he's moving out of town with his family and has no plans of carrying on with the club,"

"Aww... I'll miss him. I hope our new boss is as nice as Gary,"

"We'll find out soon,"

I shrugged.
"Well, at least we've still got our jobs,"

"Hopefully,"

"What? He can't t..."

"Hey girls," I was interrupted by Sebastian, the club's manager as he strode towards us. As usual, he was dressed in a simple outfit of a t-shirt and jeans. "I guess you've heard the news?"

We both nodded.

"Well, your new boss is here and requests the presence of all employees. Meet me in his office in ten," he turned on his heels and headed towards the back where the offices were located.

"I have a feeling we won't like this one," I murmured, hopping off the stool and grabbing my bag off the counter as we made our way towards the office.

A few minutes later, Lindsey tapped on the door and it was opened. We stepped in to see all employees were already present and it appeared they were awaiting our arrival.

"Do we have everyone here?" I heard the oddly familiar voice and I glanced towards the direction it had come from.

My heart skipped, lips parting and eyes widening at the sight that met me. Those icy blue eyes locked onto mine.

Lucifer. He was my new boss.