08-06-2018, 01:36 AM
She sank into the shadows of a world faded from sight. In Nikolai's arms, Evelyn didn’t care. She was nearly breathless even as the air rushed her cheeks with each step. The music entranced her to him. The blazing blue eyes like twin fires, those that haunted her entire life, drew her in. Everything beyond turned to dust.
He danced like he had done this before. She wasn’t so silly as to think he’d saved all experiences in life for her. He was in his sixties. Balls and parties decorated the Kremlin yearly. Of course he knew how to dance. The closest thing she could compare was her own high school prom, glorious as it was. Queen Evelyn sparkled like a jewel in Aberdeen High School that night.
The scream pricked their serene bubble. Evelyn jumped, but Nik was quick to steady. She was content to stay near him until he ordered her to retreat.
Her brows pinched low. The poor guard had no chance at stopping her. She moved past him with a sweep of the hand and held her head high as though traversing her own throne room. Foolish analogy though it was, the expectancy writ her cheeks to marble worked. None stopped her.
Despite her best effort, the sight of blood provoked a gasp quickly stifled. A warmth connected them – herself to the injured woman. She was divinely beautiful. Evelyn felt plain alongside her. Another silly notion stuffed into the back of her mind. The oddity was the familiarity. It was almost sisterly, like a shared scent of sisterhood twined them together as surely as the bonds of actual blood. She was another channeler.
She was about to tell Nikolai when someone she thought long dead reappeared.
Then her jaw actually dropped. The Jensen James. She knew his face almost as much as she knew Nikolai’s. Another girlhood crush, though she was probably only a few years younger than he. Jensen, this calm, sweet, noble man was a celebrity of all things good and right to her.
Her fingers instinctively went to her neck. Sophia told her the cross was out of place alongside the ballgown, but Evelyn needed that symbol more than Sophia could ever know. Then the most glorious thing happened. It was like the light of God actually beamed from Jensen’s body. Evelyn wanted to cry with the beauty of it. This was what the world needed. She couldn’t agree with Jensen’s proclamation any more fervently than if she had proclaimed it herself.
She swept into the Texan’s presence. ”Pastor, please if I can-. A whisper, barely heard if not for the light of God that filled her. The cross was warm against her chest. If it hadn’t been for the light, she may not have caught Jay’s message.
She saw him some distance away, blocked by those vying for the pastor’s attention. His sister waited on her deathbed.
”Pastor, please if you would come with me. I beg of you?”
He danced like he had done this before. She wasn’t so silly as to think he’d saved all experiences in life for her. He was in his sixties. Balls and parties decorated the Kremlin yearly. Of course he knew how to dance. The closest thing she could compare was her own high school prom, glorious as it was. Queen Evelyn sparkled like a jewel in Aberdeen High School that night.
The scream pricked their serene bubble. Evelyn jumped, but Nik was quick to steady. She was content to stay near him until he ordered her to retreat.
Her brows pinched low. The poor guard had no chance at stopping her. She moved past him with a sweep of the hand and held her head high as though traversing her own throne room. Foolish analogy though it was, the expectancy writ her cheeks to marble worked. None stopped her.
Despite her best effort, the sight of blood provoked a gasp quickly stifled. A warmth connected them – herself to the injured woman. She was divinely beautiful. Evelyn felt plain alongside her. Another silly notion stuffed into the back of her mind. The oddity was the familiarity. It was almost sisterly, like a shared scent of sisterhood twined them together as surely as the bonds of actual blood. She was another channeler.
She was about to tell Nikolai when someone she thought long dead reappeared.
Then her jaw actually dropped. The Jensen James. She knew his face almost as much as she knew Nikolai’s. Another girlhood crush, though she was probably only a few years younger than he. Jensen, this calm, sweet, noble man was a celebrity of all things good and right to her.
Her fingers instinctively went to her neck. Sophia told her the cross was out of place alongside the ballgown, but Evelyn needed that symbol more than Sophia could ever know. Then the most glorious thing happened. It was like the light of God actually beamed from Jensen’s body. Evelyn wanted to cry with the beauty of it. This was what the world needed. She couldn’t agree with Jensen’s proclamation any more fervently than if she had proclaimed it herself.
She swept into the Texan’s presence. ”Pastor, please if I can-. A whisper, barely heard if not for the light of God that filled her. The cross was warm against her chest. If it hadn’t been for the light, she may not have caught Jay’s message.
She saw him some distance away, blocked by those vying for the pastor’s attention. His sister waited on her deathbed.
”Pastor, please if you would come with me. I beg of you?”