DESI
The Memories come fast and furious.
James on his knees beneath Helena. Michael clasping me to his chest as he ran for Asgard, desperate to save me. Miri collapsing beneath the visions that tore at her mind.
Father pushes forward and I trip and fall onto the polished granite floor of the throne room. When I realize I’ve stumbled over the dead body of a zabaniyah, I jump up, taking a step backward and smacking against Father.
And then all hell breaks loose.
Father Becomes and lunges toward Helena who rises from the throne, her long gown shimmering pink in the torchlight. I make to leave, not wanting to be any part of what’s happening here, hoping they wipe each other out of existence, when I catch a glimpse of a pale human form curled beside Father’s throne.
“James?” I whisper. Of course my words are lost in the sudden explosion of sound as Helena and Father fall on one another. I take a step forward.