Celestial Heart, Mortal Betrayal

ace now stained with my own blood. It was the only link I

ed at the artifact, a tear tracing a path down m

z, declare my nint

per, but the words

world and return to the Celestial Realm t

t could extinguish a soul. But it was bette

n it died, and I felt the last of my ce

y last conversation with Pastor Ethan L

d and righteous. He didn't come to s

ara is gett

, his arms crossed,

ectiveness. But he also said your blood... it'

rt clenching. I knew wh

me a regular dono

aily. He was asking

y voice trembling. "Daily blood

be so dramatic. It's just giving blood. A small sacrifice for th

ally fell. "

was a phy

on the dresser. Ethan Lester and Jocelyn Chavez. It had caused a scandal in our small, conservati

e, replaced by this co

ght. You took advantage of me when I was vulnerable. The only reason I'm marrying you is because

ious lie fabricated

e continued, his voice softening as he spok

unds, to pull him from the wreckage of his car. The effort nearly destroyed my own physical form, lea

from revealing my true nature or my pow

in the Pacific Northwest, drawn to Ethan. A Nephilim's trial of love is fa

s also my

bridge, his face a mask of despair. The pressures of his position,

reputation. But Tara had seen us. She saw his moment of weakness, and from that day on, her env

demanding my li

choice, Jocelyn. Give Tara your blood, willingly

he eyes of the man I loved,

e back of my hand. I picked up the small, shar

sharp, but the pain in my heart was a thousand times worse. Bl

shaking. I tried to smile, bu

a word, his expression un

was sealed i

on blurring. "I have failed," I

, one only I could hea

he severance will be complete in three days. Yo

had three days