Page 81 of Grave Revelations (Prophecies of Angels and Demons #3)

Chapter 80

Rebecca

Adalaide stood, dusting her skirts, and eyed Rebecca warily. “You must be Rebecca.”

“How do you know who I am?”

“Sophia has told me a great deal about you.”

Rebecca winced, the memory of her friend a sharp reminder of all she had lost today. “I hadn’t expected to meet you. That is, I mean, I thought once my soul— your soul—was placed into this new body, you would be gone. Like I was all those other times.”

Adalaide pursed her lips in a gesture that reminded Rebecca of the faces she made in the mirror when she was tweezing her eyebrows.

“I am a piece of Gabriel’s soul. Trapped here.” Adalaide said his name with a sigh, and Rebecca felt that love in her very marrow. “You must have noticed your magic weakened.” She bit her lip. “But how could you? You never experienced the might of our gift.” She seemed to be speaking to herself, and Rebecca got the impression that she did that a lot.

“But you’re here now, and we can finally put it right,” Adalaide continued. “Free me, and with our power whole once more, we can finally stop her. ”

“We can’t. I mean…” Rebecca crossed her arms over her chest. “Adalaide, I’m dead. Truly dead this time. And Az—Gabriel is gone, too.” She stifled a small sob as she said it, squeezing her arms around herself.

Adalaide’s hand came to her mouth as she shook her head. “But he can’t. He’s an angel. They are immortal.”

Rebecca swallowed. Where could she even begin to explain? Should she tell her he was no longer seraph? Would she understand converging realms? She’d seen it all in his mind when he returned from Primoria, and she hardly understood it herself.

“Samael—the Devil has torn a rift between realms. When immortals die now, there their death is eternal.”

“But, how could he open a rift in Alaxia?”

Rebecca bit her lip, remembering Azazel’s teeth sinking into the still-tender flesh that morning as he had tasted her blood, and shivered. “He can’t. He opened a door between Earth and Primoria.”

Adalaide’s brow furrowed, her eyes clouding as she puzzled over the words. “Rebecca, who is Az?”