The Golden Prodigies

Chapter 63

"Your wish Jacota, as promised," Angelette said with a soft smile but disturbed eyes. A lot of angels died through the night. Heaven was heaving with desolation. It was hard to stay strong and in control when her heart ached with despair.

Jacota stood up so fast; he almost made himself dizzy. His eyes were impressively large, absorbing the views of the woman with short blonde hair. "Uh," he glanced behind him. William hadn't noticed Angelette or her guest. Neither had Scott, and the guest was for him. "W-What's your name?"

"Maisie Jones," the woman said, beaming with a smile that would brighten even the darkest of rooms.

"Jones," Jacota whispered, turning around again when something smashed behind him. Scott had dropped the picture frame and stood so still; some would mistake him for a mannequin. His dad stared in their direction with no colour in his cheeks, open mouth, and trembling hands.

"Mai?" The word came out like a sore whisper, but Maisie heard and turned in Scott's direction. When their eyes connected, Jacota could see the change in their auras, fading towards each other like a mouth desperate for water. They were identical regarding shape and colour. Jacota knew Maisie would have a lot in common with his father, like most soulmates. Just by looking at her he could tell she was kind like Scott, loving like Scott, and would be an excellent parental figure.

The room silenced quickly. Eyes darted back and forth, staring at Scott, then to Angelette and the stranger.

"I think the elder angel gave Jacota a wish," Rayvon murmured into Luka's ear who nodded.

"Who did he bring back?" Luka whispered.

"My mate." Scott could have collapsed where he stood, but the adrenaline kept him on his feet. He took a step forward, expecting Maisie to disappear. Was stress making him hallucinate? But everyone in the room could see her. It wasn't just him.

"Mate?" William, with the same startled expression as his father, turned to stare at Angelette's guest. Then, he witnessed the joy on his brother's face. His little brother had always been a selfless character, putting a smile on other peoples faces, even when he struggled to smile himself. "Your wish?"

Jacota nodded. The astonishment on his father's face proved how much of an impact Maisie once had on his life. The God of lightning couldn't imagine a life without Hunter. He wouldn't want to keep living without him. How Scott managed was a mystery to the mentally stable.

A moment of silence fell between the people in the room. Scott stared at his mate; she stared back. Jacota was about to ask if Maisie wanted to talk with his father until Scott ran forwards. It was more of a fast shuffle as he trampled over the broken glass and into his mate's arms.

Her touch. To Scott, it was like touching a painting worth millions. His mate was art. beautiful, creative, imperfect in extraordinary ways, and alive. Her scent. To this day he hadn't forgotten the weak lemon and dried lily petals. He loved to smell her before she even entered a room. Her skin. As soft as a kittens stomach or a wolf's ear, pale like the sun hadn't touched it in years, and clear like she washed her face with liquified diamonds.

"Oh Mai," Scott sobbed, staining her neck with tears. Her warmth was everything his body longed to feel. He craved it more than he craved his favourite food or a hot bath after a hard day. "Why are- Why are you here?" His words were a blubbering mess.

Maisie rubbed his back, taking the time to comfort him and hold him. "Your son has a heart of gold. They both do," she whispered and felt him squeeze tighter.

Scott might have remembered her scent, but he forgot what it felt like to be hugged by a mate. He forgot how safe and calm he felt to have the love of his life at arm's length. Grace might have made him feel affection, but nothing could ever, and would never compare to the love emitting from someone who shared his soul.