Daggers & Dresses (Enlighten Series Book 2)(4)

By: Kristin D. Van Risseghem


“Last week, well, let’s just say I might not have been paying close attention to everything. But now I’ve got to focus and understand my part in this.” I removed a sheet of paper from my purple backpack, ready to take notes. “Let’s start with angels. Tell me everything about them.”

Looking thoughtful, Kieran leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. “Okay. All angels, including the halfs, can fly. Nephilim are the warriors of Heaven, and they carry blessed swords, which they use to dispose of the DKs. Guardian angels—like me—are protectors, and we can create orbs around ourselves, but not around others. On the other hand, Archangels can create them around others along with themselves. They can also suggest Ordinaries to do things. It’s called Persuasion. Sort of like mind control.”

I nodded and continued to scribble.

“Seraphs, well, we don’t know a whole lot about them, because they’re reclusive,” he continued. “They’ve never set foot on Earth. What I do know is that they are the keepers of the Seraph Swords. And when the time is right, you will be blessed with one. It will be there when you need it the most.”

I stopped writing and frowned at him. “How am I going to know when the time is right? Don’t you think I need it now? I mean, I am being hunted. It’d be kinda nice to have one sooner rather than later.”

He chortled. “I know. We could use it now. Truth is, I’m not sure when you’ll get it. I guess you’ll know when you know. They’re custom to the individual, like the Nephilim Swords and—”

“The Seraphs Swords are powerful, too.” Sidelle reappeared at the table, smiling smugly. “Yeah, see the Marqs, when they’re killed, they don’t regenerate. When they die, they die for good. Which is a good thing. The Prince of Hell and the King, Sammael, rarely venture out of Hell, but my guess is one or both will ... and soon. Especially when Sammael is released from his cage because of the prophesy.” She pointed at me. “Which will be when you turn eighteen in six weeks.”

“Maybe you should try a Mind Walk and find out more of what’s going on in Zoe’s head,” Kieran suggested.

“Wait,” I said. “Mind Walk? What’s that?”

“Fairies can read Ordinaries’ and Naturals’ minds,” Sidelle said. “We watch their memories play out like a movie. We just grab it out of your brain.”

I remembered. “Oh, yeah, you told me about that, but you didn’t call it Mind Walk. Did you ever figure out why you can’t get a read on me? Could it be a Seraph thing?”

“Maybe.” She frowned. “But you’re still an Ordinary for a few more months. I should be able to.”

“I’d assume an angel thing since we can keep fairies from reading us,” Kieran agreed. “I think the protective orbs are, too—how you can project them around yourself and others just like the Archangels can. And if I was a betting angel, I’d also tell you that you will get all the enhanced abilities the Nephilim have, like increased speed, strength, hearing, and sight.”

“You think so?” I asked.

“You’ll get other cool things, too. Things no other angels can do.”

I practically vibrated with anticipation.

“So, when is this road trip?” Sidelle asked. “Like, for real? I’ll need to dig into it more as to why I can’t Mind Walk you.”

“This weekend,” Kieran suggested. “The sooner, the better. Zoe, will your parents let you sleep over at my house for the weekend?”

“Probably. But why both nights if the pack lives only thirty minutes away?”

“Just in case we need more time to persuade the Alpha.”

“Oh.” I drew in a deep breath. “Where will we be staying?”

“They’ll probably have us stay on pack land with them. If they don’t, we’ll find a hotel or something. Don’t worry about it.”

“Who’s all going?” Sidelle asked. “Just the three of us?”

“Yes,” Kieran said, lifting an eyebrow. “Is that a problem?”

“I’m just wondering. Okay, Boss?”

“Should I ask Shay to come?” I asked.

“He’s not in Minnesota at the moment,” Kieran said. “He’ll catch up with us later. I’m not sure how long he’ll be gone. Let’s just go meet the pack.”

“Tell me that Shay’s okay.” I rose; lunch was almost over.

“Yes, he’s fine. It’s hard to focus on school but come on. We gotta cruise.” Sidelle blew me a kiss. “See ya later, Sweet Pea.”