that,
please!”
“I should’ve left you back in prison,”
Sampson said. “So, are you reenergized after your little snack? I
don’t think you actually chewed anything.”
“Yeah, it sure beat prison food, that crap
was awful. I think I’m ready to speak to the Elders now.”
“Forget about it,” Chris said. “You need to
rest for a while and let those that are older and wiser than us
worry about it. They will summon you when they are ready to
talk.”
Gabriel yawned. “I guess I could use some
sleep.” He rose from his chair.
Taylor stood up, feeling awkward. “I’ll, uh,
walk you to your room.”
Sam, Chris, and Sampson burst out laughing.
“Do either of you actually know where you are going?” Sam
asked.
Taylor and Gabriel looked at each other and
then simultaneously shook their heads. “I’ll show you,” Chris said,
still smiling. “We took the liberty of assigning you adjoining
rooms.”
After leading them to their rooms, Chris said
to press triple 1 on their phones if they needed anything. Gabriel
thanked him and closed the door. “Taylor, I—” he started to
say.
“Shhhh, we don’t need to talk about it now. I
was pissed off, but now I’m not. I told you in the dream that I
still love you and I do. I sort of understand why you did what you
did and I know that you tried to save me in the end. You did a lot
of stupid things, but I forgive you for them, which might be a
mistake, but it is mine to make.”
“Thank you, but….what dream?” Gabriel
asked.
“You mean you didn’t…? I had a dream a few
days ago where you told me you loved me. I thought you had entered
my dream to tell me you were okay.”
Gabriel shrugged. “That would’ve been a good
idea, but I didn’t think of it and I doubt there was sufficient
light in my cell to allow it. You must have dreamed me up all on
your own,” he said slyly.
“Don’t get a big head.”
“In all honesty, Tay, I thought about you
every second we were apart.” In one motion, Gabriel scooped her up
and carried her to the bed, laying her down gently.
They held each other for hours, and although
Gabriel fell asleep almost immediately, Taylor stayed awake to
watch him sleep. His sleep was peaceful, his chest rising and
falling with each slow, deep breath. It was probably the first good
night’s sleep he’d had since his capture. Taylor felt silly
watching him, but she couldn’t stop. She knew she shouldn’t have
forgiven him, shouldn’t have taken him back, but her sixth
sense—which she had ignored at the beginning of their relationship
when it warned her about Gabriel—had changed its opinion and urged
her to forgive him.
Eventually, there was a sturdy knock on the
door. Taylor got up slowly, trying not to disturb Gabriel, but he
stirred anyway. “What is it?” he asked.
“Someone’s at the door, I think it’s time to
go.”
Confirming her guess, Taylor found Chris,
Sam, Kiren, and Sampson at the door. “It’s time,” Chris said.
The strange group of angels, demons, and
humans quietly departed Gabriel’s room. With Chris leading they
made their way through the dark network of tunnels and passageways.
Torches provided the only light, and the eerie glow made it feel
like they were attending a séance. No one spoke as they walked, not
even Sam or Sampson, the loudest ones in the bunch.
Chris and Kiren nodded to a couple of demons
that passed them along the way, but didn’t break stride to speak
with them. Taylor gripped Gabriel’s hand tightly as they followed
the group, bringing up the rear. She noticed that Sam was not
holding Chris’s hand. It seemed that whenever Chris was in work
mode, she knew better than to distract him with their feelings for
each other.
Eventually, the path spilled into a small
alcove. A transporter was waiting for them in silence. The glass
pod looked futuristic, like something you would see in a movie or
on a ride at Disneyworld.
They entered the pod. “Hang on,”