Kindle Notes & Highlights
Carrick closed his eyes, searching for the connection that they shared. It had snapped into place the minute he laid eyes on her at Fallon’s gallery show all those weeks ago. Finley had once been amazed that Carrick found her hiding out on the Fantasia, and he had told her that he had never lost her. That was truer than she would ever know.
“I found the manuscript with no problem, but it didn’t provide much information. Only that there were a group of angels that some small sects of the Catholic church recognized in the past, but the Vatican did not, insisting they were not the same as guardian angels.”
it was a firmly held belief that there were indeed a group of angels called The Custodia. They were earth walkers, appearing human, and thus able to hide in plain sight. Supposedly, their job was to watch over certain humans and help guide their destinies.
“It’s not Tina. It’s Sarvel.”
“You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, Finley. It was harsh—the words I said—born out of anger, which was born out of fear for you.”
“Ah, Finley,” he rumbles thickly. “You’re the only thing in this world and the next that makes me feel powerless.”
“Power is funneled into the stolen child, where it builds in strength before moving to the changeling at a designated time.”
Of course, it went deeper for him than it ever would for her, but it wasn’t a good idea to dwell on that tonight.
“Did you just… text Zaid?” “Yeah, why?” “You actually have his phone number?” Rainey smiles. “Yes, I have his phone number. Had it for a while now. We also play Words with Friends.”
“Don’t ever be embarrassed by what we do. It’s beautiful, and I don’t give a fuck who knows. Neither should you.”
“The ritual calls specifically for twelve like individuals—those would be original fallen like Kymaris—and one unlike individual.” Carrick’s expression darkens, because he knows what that means, as do I. It most likely means me… as I have a sacrifice to bear.
“I stole it from Rune, the god of Life. He had the last known amount of the elixir and, unbeknownst to me, had actually been intending to use it on a human woman he had fallen in love with.”
“I knew you because you are Eireann. I knew you from that curly red hair to the line of your nose and those fucking green-gold-blue eyes I looked at every night for seven years before we went to bed.” “What?” I rasp, my head starting to spin. “You mean… I was reincarnated?” He nods, a bitter curl to his mouth. “Yes, and not for the first time.”
“Rune knew how much I loved you. He hated how I made a play for the elixir, so sure in my love for you, when he was too afraid and plagued with doubts to use it himself. He hated more than anything that I killed his chance. Killing you that one time wasn’t enough pain to visit on me. So he cursed me and made it so you were destined to be reincarnated time and time again, and he put you in my path so I would run into you each and every time.”
“And after I die, you’ll ascend and be free finally,” I murmur. The thought of it once horrified me, but now it actually makes me happy. “No,” he whispers, and I pull back in confusion. “I’ll wait for you to come back to me. I’ll take whatever I can get for eternity, even the pain of losing you.”
