The Beautiful and Divine

Chapter Twenty: Through The Dark

Upon agreeing to split the searching evenly between the three of us, we get gear together for the journey. I quickly change my clothes into a black vest, with a navy blue cami underneath. Pulling on some matching coal black leather pants, keeping the same heeled boots as before. Walking over to the small market place near the middle of the camp, I spot a woman younger maybe mid-thirties.

Strolling over to the market lady, "Do you have any beef or meat-like food?" I question.

"Yes miss, here you go." The dirty blonde adult answers, reaching out a hand with a wrapped steak towards me.

I nod thanking her for the meal, returning to Ezekiel soon beginning to unwrap the cow meat. Peeling off the plastic cover carefully, soon tearing off a chunk. It is surprisingly tender, sinking my teeth into it. I start to consume the food, the meat tastes juicy and a little salty but delicious. Savoring every single bite, I lick my fingers clean, that tastes like more.

Zek watches me with rooted concern in his beautiful blue eyes I don't know why he's looking at me like that. Lately, he has been acting a little off, have I said or done something to offend him? Anytime I try to confront him about it, Ezek just ignores the question. I don't know what the problem is, so how can I fix it? If something harsh and cold come from my mouth, I want to know what it was.

I tread carefully over to The Prophet, who is leaning over the middle table looking over the plans. Placing a gentle hand on his shoulder, I feel him wince underneath it.

Retracting my hand immediately I apologize, "No, it's fine Jade it's only a scratch." the Divine reassures rubbing over the wound.

"If you don't mind me asking, what happened?" I quiz, "I got attacked by someone nothing big." my friend answers.

"Who?" I persist, "Doesn't matter they are gone." Ezekiel states starting to get agitated.

"Can I at least see the injury to clean it?" I back off the subject of who, Zek gives me a warning glare.

"Please?" Changing my posture from demanding to a more appealing submissive stance, "Okay." Mr. Black caves walking over to the stone bed sitting on the edge.

Gathering up the needed supplies to sanitize the damage, I return over helping the middle sibling remove his leather jacket. The bare chest reveals itself to me the skin underneath is perfectly toned with a flawless muscular six-pack outline. I rip my eyes away from his torso, looking for the origin of pain. Seeing four deep scratches on Black's right shoulder forward down his collarbone, I begin to wash them out.

Sharp inhales from Sir Ezek make me pull away from the gashes, "No it's fine, it just burns." he confirms.

Nodding, I proceed with the sanitation, my fingers match the size and shape of the wounds. I did this to Ezekiel, that's why he's acting so strange towards me. Why on Earth would an angel inflict that kind of pain upon Zek, I have no idea when and what reason it would take to make me do it. I just got back here, when there is no memory of me leaving. Now finding out today that me a Seraphim attacked and hurt someone I have grown to care for.

All of this is putting all my nerves on edge if I'm capable of doing something like this. Is there anything else am I not experienced enough to do? What truly happened when I was in that prison the month before Ezek rescued me? I'll ask him later, right now I'll just finish cleaning out the cuts. I sew the slashes shut putting some gauze over top completing the task.