Part 24 (2/2)
”I wish I could have protected you from all you suffered,” the cherubim confessed. ”Forgive me?”
”There is nothing to forgive, Captain. I am grateful to be under your wing once more.”
”Amen and amen.”
The matter was dealt with so simply. A straightforward apology. Immediate forgiveness. Prissie wasn't sure she could have done the same if, for instance, Margery were to say the whole Elise thing was a big mistake. Could people go back? Ephron certainly couldn't. He was blind. Unless the Caretakers were able to fix that for him. Weren't they capable of miracles?
”May I take your place?”
Prissie blinked up at Jedrick, then loosened her hold on Ephron. ”Please do. Your wings will work better than mine.”
The tall warrior blinked back. ”Prissie Pomeroy, humans do not have wings.”
Ephron actually smiled. ”Have you no imagination, Captain? Many have wished for wings, but few for such n.o.ble reasons.”
Jedrick lifted away the Observer as if he weighed no more than a feather, practically coc.o.o.ning him in the folds of his wings. Prissie stood and brushed off her skirt as Padgett joined them. Koji wrung out his cloth and draped it on the edge of their basin, then stood beside her. His fingers brushed the back of her hand, and she caught at it, grateful to still have someone to hold onto.
”Sis?” Beau sat against the wall on the other side of the room, his eyes wide and his hair wild. Milo reclined against him in much the same way she'd been holding Ephron, and it looked as if her brother was holding on for dear life. ”You're not talking to yourself,” he said, the lift of his brows making the statement a question.
”No. Two more angels just came in,” she reported.
Just then, a shaky hand lifted, covering Beau's. ”There's nothing to fear,” the Messenger murmured. ”Or did I cover that part already? I'm a little foggy on the details.”
”Milo!” Beau's arms tightened, and tears splashed down his cheeks. When he found his voice, he said, ”If Zeke ever finds out you can fly, he'll never give you a moment's rest.”
Their mailman's low chuckle was rea.s.suringly familiar. ”Some things are best kept secret.”
”Yeah. I can do that much.” Beau's face creased with concern. ”Wish I could do more.”
Milo's gaze drifted from Prissie to Koji, then back to Beau. ”Given the circ.u.mstances, I think it's safe to a.s.sume there will be more.”
About the Author.
CHRISTA KINDE Head in the clouds. Feet on the ground. Heart in the story. Christa Kinde is a cheerful homebody whose imagination takes her to new places with every pa.s.sing day. Making her home between misty mornings and br.i.m.m.i.n.g bookshelves in Southern California, she keeps her lively family close and her trusty laptop closer. Christa has been writing for more than a decade, producing numerous workbooks and study guides for Max Lucado, John MacArthur, and Women of Faith.
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Also by Christa Kinde.
The Threshold Series.
The Blue Door (Book One).
The Hidden Deep (Book Two).
The Broken Window (Book Three).
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The Broken Window.
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