A seraphic novel - Book 2
After the devastating loss of their friend Christoph, life for Cecelia, Evie, and the rest of the Elite Wing has been anything but normal. Struggling to find balance between the mundane and the supernatural, they navigate a...
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Cecelia awoke in the guest room of the Elite's new apartment, her eyes blinking open to the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. She glanced at the clock on the bedside table and saw that it was only 9 AM. Groaning softly, she rolled out of bed and stretched, feeling the slight stiffness from the previous night's celebrations. This was definitely not enough sleep to get her through the day. She was going to need a lot of caffeine today to just survive. She cursed Evie for convincing her to take a Saturday morning lab with her.
She made her way to the bathroom and turned on the faucet. The remnants of her dream still lingered in her mind, vivid and unsettling. She scrubbed at her face trying her best to drown the memory. She had seen Max—no, Ceruleus—arguing in the court of angels. After nine months of silence, this sudden glimpse into his memory left her feeling shaken. She splashed cold water on her face again and again, trying to shake off the unease.
As she walked down the hallway, she saw Evie sneaking out of Erik's room. Evie's face turned crimson as she met Cecelia's eyes, clearly hoping no one would notice her early morning exit.
"Morning," Cecelia said, raising an eyebrow with a teasing smile.
Evie looked like a deer caught in headlights, her eyes darting around as if searching for an escape route. "Morning," she mumbled, trying to smooth out her tousled hair.
Cecelia decided to break the awkward moment with the best remedy she could think of: food. "Breakfast sandwiches?" she suggested, her eyes twinkling with amusement.
Evie's face lit up with relief. "You read my mind!" she exclaimed, her blush fading slightly as she let out a laugh.
Downstairs, they found Darius in the kitchen, sipping a protein shake. "Morning, ladies," he greeted them with a smile that could brighten even the gloomiest day. "Need a lift into Manhattan?"
"Actually, yes," Cecelia replied, grabbing her coat. "We're headed to Chubs Sandwich Shop."
Darius chuckled. "Ah, Chubs. A hidden gem," he said, leading the way to the door. "Let's get going."
The drive into Manhattan was filled with light-hearted banter and the occasional laugh as Darius recounted some of the more humorous incidents he'd encountered at the club. Cecelia and Evie listened, their spirits lifting with each story.
After a moment of silence, Cecelia finally brought up her dream. "Darius, I had this strange dream last night. I saw Max arguing with Michael in the court of angels. It felt so real, like it was happening now."
Darius glanced at her in the rearview mirror, his expression thoughtful. "Time moves very differently in the celestial realm. What feels like nine months here could be mere moments there. Dreams like that could mean your connection with Max is still strong. It also means he's alright."
"What do you mean," she asked concerned.
"It means, none of us knew what happened to him after you slipped that key around his neck and he shot up into the sky like a golden beam out of star trek. Erik and Sam will be relieved to hear this, but Michael is bad news," Darius answered.
