Happy Tuesday, loves! I thought it was time for another teaser from Stricken, Book One of the War Scrolls. It's been a while since I've shared anything from this one. Here's a little refresher on the story for y'all. :)
Eons ago, the Fallen risked everything to save themselves and carve out a future for their people amidst the devastation of the Demon Wars. Now the Fallen and their kin are being cut down by a deadly virus none saw coming.
When Nephil warrior Kaeden St. James sets out on a quest to find a cure, he and his blade-brothers discover eighteen-year-old Anya Mathis, a human with a past as dark as it is mysterious, cowering in an abandoned house in the heart of Memphis, Tennessee. The corrupted races are chasing her, and Kaeden is determined to find out why.
What neither he nor Anya suspect, however, is their attraction to one another, or the frightening truths lurking in the shadows. The painful childhood memories she fights to bury hold answers that threaten to tear the world apart.
Only Anya can save the Fallen from their fate, but when they discover her family's part in the creation of the lethal virus, old alliances shatter, and her life hangs in the balance. Kaeden must choose between the future of the angels and the human girl he's pledged to protect, and his choice will change everything.
Demons are rising, and this time, they plan to win the war for dominion once and for all.
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"Who is it?"
"Open up," Kaeden answered,
and thumped on the door again.
Anya hesitated with her hand on the
knob, trying to decide if she wanted to let him in or not. Dealing with the
warrior right now didn't appeal to her.
"I brought food."
Her rumbling stomach decided the matter.
She pulled the door open.
Kaeden stood on the other side with two
brown take-out bags in his hands. He looked tired. There were shadows around
his blue eyes.
"Hey," he said.
"Hey." Anya moved away from
the door, locking her eyes on his black boots. The toes were scuffed, dried mud
splattered against the strings.
Kaeden stepped inside and pushed the
door closed behind him. For a minute, they both stood there, not speaking. The
awkward silence stretched between them, broken only by the sound of canned
laughter from the television. And then the smell of crisp bacon wafted through
the room. Anya's stomach growled loudly.
"Hungry?" Kaeden asked,
hefting the bags. Hueys was
emblazoned on the sides.
"I'm starving," she said,
relieved he didn't bring up their earlier argument. Rehashing it now would only
piss her off again, and since she'd more or less resigned herself to his
presence, glaring and yelling at him probably wouldn't really help matters.
Kaeden offered her a small smile, the
right corner of his upper lip curling. "Your doorman didn't want to
let me in."
Anya narrowed her gaze. "What did
you do to him?"
An amused smirk crossed Kaeden's face.
"What makes you think I did anything to him?"
Anya crossed her arms over her chest,
not swayed by his innocent expression. She had a feeling no one told Kaeden
what to do, least of all a doorman well into his seventies.
"I didn't do anything to him,
Anya," Kaeden swore. "I told him I was helping you out while your
aunt's gone."
Translation: he was babysitting.
Anya took a deep breath, refusing to remind
him, yet again, that she didn't need a keeper. He'd probably just ignore her
anyway. Pain in the ass angel.
"Lead the way," he said,
shaking one of the bags in his hands.
"What did you get?" she asked,
glancing back over her shoulder as she moved across the living room toward the
dining room.
Kaeden didn't answer, instead setting
the bags down on the table and reaching inside. He pulled out a Styrofoam
container before holding it out to her.
Anya accepted it gratefully, and eased
down into a chair.
Kaeden reached into the bag again and pulled
out a can of Dr. Pepper and a bottle of water. "I wasn't sure what you liked,"
he said.
"Water is fine," Anya
responded. She popped open the container, and nearly groaned aloud at the sight
of the massive burger and pile of steak fries waiting for her. Her mouth
watered. "This looks great. Thank you."
"No problem. I figured you might be
hungry." Kaeden pulled another container from the second bag before sliding
into a chair across from her.
Anya lifted her burger from her tray and
bit into it. Her eyes rolled backward. The burger was amazing.
Kaeden opened his own tray.
"Veggie burger?" Anya asked,
swallowing.
"Yeah." Kaeden popped the top
of his soda can and took a long drink. "We don't eat meat."
Anya paused with her burger halfway to
her mouth. "Do you mean angels in general or your family?"
"Angels."
"Oh." Anya took another bite,
chewing thoughtfully. She'd never before considered what angels ate. As big as
Kaeden and his brothers were, she certainly wouldn't have pegged them as vegetarians.
"Why not?" she asked.
Kaeden arched a brow.
"I'm not trying to be rude,"
she hurried to explain. "I'm just . . . curious. Is it a religious thing?"
"No, it's not a religious thing.
It's a practicality thing." The corners of his mouth tilted up into a
smile again. His blue eyes lightened. "There is no slaughter house in
heaven." He took a big bite of his burger, watching her.
"Oh." Anya shook her head,
unsure what to make of that. "What are they like? Angels, I mean."
Kaeden swallowed. "They're unyielding,
stubborn. Most of the elders act as if they're stuck on earth by choice." He
scowled, his blue eyes seeming to catch fire. "They're a bunch of bastards
for the most part."
Anya felt her eyes widen. He sounded so
. . . bitter.
"You asked," he pointed out
when she continued to stare at him, at a loss for words.
"Do you live with them?" she
asked.
"Yes."
"But you don't like them?"
"As a collective? No, I
don't."
"Aren't your brothers full-blooded
angels?"
"They are." Kaeden bit into
his burger again. "But Abriel and Dahmiel were born here. They've never stepped foot in Heaven. They
fight to protect your people and our own because it's the right thing to do."
"And the others don't?"
""Some do, but most of those who
Fell fear Heaven. They believe once they've suffered for their sins long
enough, Heaven will take them back."
"What about you?" Anya asked.
"What do you believe?"
"Me?" Kaeden stared off into
space for a long, silent moment while Anya ate her fries. "I believe
they're fools," he said then, clearing his throat. "Heaven will never
forgive the Fallen for the damage they've caused, and will never welcome them
back. God is not merciful, especially not to those who defy him."
"Then why do you fight for the
angels?"
Kaeden pursed his lips. "Heaven
stopped sending warriors to defend your world long ago, but the Fallen remain. Despite
their faults, they keep your people from being overrun by Hell because they
believe this world is worth saving. They believe your people are more than
souls to be used up in the final battle and spit out."
"Oh."
Is that how God viewed humans? As
nothing more than a means to an end?
Anya didn't believe that. She wasn't sure
what she believed, exactly, but she wasn't as cynical as Kaeden. God didn't
abandon humanity. He wouldn't.
Would He?
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