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Ardat had come.
    “Well, I think that went well, don’t you?” Ardat asked with a hint of laughter in her voice.
    Michael shook his head as a weight dropped from his shoulders. “I was sure I was going to have to tear you two apart. Ardat, please for my sake, would it kill you to be cordial with our comrades. We are all on the same side.”
    Ardat walked to Michael and wrapped him in her arms. “I don’t know. It might kill me. Besides we should be happy, we’re almost there.”
    Michael turned his body to press against Ardat’s as he draped his arms around her. Whenever they touched, Michael felt whole again. A tingling sensation threatened to send goosebumps to the surface of his skin as he lowered his head and touched his lips to hers. “What do you mean?”
    Ardat opened her eyes after their kiss with a smile. “I mean, if Kyle and Triana stay on this course, we’ll have found Gabriel. The path ends in a few miles at the Black Sea. Unless they grow fins, their destination must be somewhere on the coast.”

Chapter 5
     
    Alan and Raphael approached the terrified girl. Alan had to step over Trubic’s body on his way. The demon’s chest rose and fell in time assuring Alan he was not dead. Alan knew he should care about the demon’s well-being but he didn’t.
    The girl quivered as Alan came closer. Alan lifted both hands in the universal sign of surrender. “Hey, you’re okay. No one is going to hurt you now. I promise. We’re here to help.”
    The girl trembled and began rocking back and forth in her seated position. “This is just a bad trip,” she mumbled. “I’m going to wake up soon.”
    Raphael and Alan looked at one another. Alan was looking to the man for help but all he saw was a blank stare as if Raphael was seeing a ghost. The Archangel’s face drained of all color: he stood motionless.
    Alan ignored him for the time being. Understanding the momentary shock Raphael was experiencing would have to wait. The girl needed assistance. If she was a Horseman, it was imperative they get to her first and explain her new reality. Alan dropped to a knee beside her. “Listen, I know this is a lot to take in but let’s start with something simple.” Alan extended his right hand, “My name is Alan Price.”
    The girl stared at him with wide eyes. Her pupils were dilated and she smelled like sweat and grime. “Am I dead?”
    Alan shook his head stunned she would even ask such a question. Sympathy soon filled him. She didn’t have the option like he did to be weaned into her destiny. If she was in fact a Horseman then she was ripped from the human world and dropped here when Gabriel used the spell. “No,” Alan said shaking his head from any thought but the girl’s well being. “You’re not dead or imagining any of this. It’s a long story in but for now just know that you’re safe.”
    The girl looked at him and nodded. Her head wobbled for a moment as if she were fighting the grip of sleep. Her eyes glazed over and she fell to the ground unconscious.
     
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    Alan made her as comfortable as he could. She was nestled fast asleep in a nest of soft nets in Raphael’s house. The Archangel had not said a word since they rescued the young girl, which would not have seemed that unordinary for him except the way he stole glances at her caused Alan to wonder if Raphael already knew her. As much as Alan wanted to ask Raphael, he first and foremost had to tend to the girl’s well-being.
    She was skinnier than Alan realized. Tattoos ran across what seemed half her body. Track marks from needles punctured both sides of her arms and told stories of their own. Alan stood over her wondering how else he could provide comfort when Raphael appeared next to him holding a pillow and blanket. Across his face a look that spoke of deeper sadness than Alan had ever seen.
    Alan remained quiet as the Archangel knelt beside the girl. Like a loving father, he lowered the blanket until it covered her body and lifted