Emissary of the Devil, Testimony of the Damned, Second Excerpt

This is an UNEDITED excerpt from my upcoming book, Emissary of the Devil, Testimony of the Damned.

 

 

 

 

“Do you need anything?” I asked softly, my thumb rubbing circles on the top of her small hand. She peered silently at me through a veil of tears, and I drew in a sharp breath upon seeing the pain engulfing her.

“Let me take you to bed,” I murmured, getting to my feet. I lifted her into my arms once again and brought her to my bedroom and laid her in bed, making sure to tuck the covers up tightly around her neck.

“Brax?” she whispered hoarsely as I made to turn the light out and leave the room.

“Yeah?” I asked from the doorway.

“Don’t go,” she pleaded softly. “Stay with me.”

I padded quietly back to the bed and stood awkwardly next to it before grabbing the blankets and pulling them back. I hastily climbed in as she turned towards me, her eyes glistening brightly. I stared down at her, my breath caught in my throat, her blues eyes gazing up at me like I was some sort of saint, and I suppose in that moment, I really was. At least in her mind.

A tear slipped from her eye and I wiped it away with my thumb.

“Brax?” her tiny voice called out to me again.

“Yes?”

“Do you believe in God?” she whispered, staring up at me, her sapphire eyes pleading with me to give her the answer she so desperately needed to hear.

“I believe that sometimes God isn’t always there,” I murmured delicately, brushing her dark hair away from her tear-stained face. “That sometimes He leaves us to sort out our own matters. Sometimes we make it through and find him, and sometimes we get lost along the way.”

“Are you lost?” she asked softly, her hands pressed to my chest. I closed my eyes and breathed out trying to regain my composure, the flurry of activity in my head and heart conflicting, making me want to say and do things that I shouldn’t. That I couldn’t.

“Not anymore,” I replied, opening my eyes and gazing down at her. “Not anymore, Maggie.”