Scars and Wings

Chapter 13

Stars twinkled above me, as I lay back on my blanket. To my left was my brother and sister, and Mum, Dad, and my other brother were on another blanket not far away.

It was a beautiful night in New Mexico, and it was even more extraordinary tonight.

A lightning storm flashed in the sky, but it was too far away to hear any thunder. The clouds broke in the middle of the sky to create a perfect circle of stars right in the middle. We were miles from anywhere, so the city lights didn't dull the stars.

My brother sighed. I smiled. "God is the Greatest Artist ever."

"Father always loves displaying His works for mankind."

I turned in surprise to find Gadreel laying in the blanket next to me instead of my brother. The rest of my family had faded away, leaving the two of us alone. I lay back and looked back up.

"My memory doesn't do it justice. I don't even think the best camera could have captured the beauty of it. Dad had brought a CD player and we sang worship songs for hours. The clouds never covered that patch of stars. Josh teased that it was a spyhole for Angels, and they were watching us, maybe even singing along."

Gadreel was silent. I rolled onto my side so I could look at him. "Are you alright? I mean after Cas and Gabe came for me, did they hurt you?"

Gadreel didn't move.

I touched his arm. "Talk to me please."

"What if I just want to hear you speak?" Gadreel turned his head and met my eyes. "What if I'm savoring the fact I know you are free and healed?"

I took my hand back and moved away slightly. Fine, if he wanted to play that game. "My wings are getting better. The new feathers are nearly two inches long now."

Gadreel smiled. "Good, now what songs did you sing on this night?"

I laughed a little. "Countless songs: Amazing Grace, Revelation Song, Arise My Love, How Can You Say No?. Josh's voice was cracking at the time, so he sounded hilarious."

"And you didn't?"

"Me? Maybe when I was little, but I have a talent for singing. I must’ve gotten it from my Angelic parent. Aren't you Angels singers?"

"In a way, but I haven't heard the Heavenly Host sing for a long time." Gadreel reached down and grasped my hand. "Sing for me?"

"Let me think.” I shuffled through my mental library. “Oh, this is one of my favorites. Music of My Heart by Nicole C. Mullen.


"I'm not ashamed to tell the whole world, oh
Without you, I'm nothing at all
That I have strings in need of mending
I'm not in tune in certain parts
So strong, the chord to mercy
Restore my soul completely
Lay your hand upon me
And this instrument will breathe

"'Cause you're the music of my heart
The melody within my soul
The song that holds me in the dark
The fire that warms me when I'm cold
The symphony that calms my fear
The lyric that alone to hear
The masterpiece, the work of art
Complete before I start
The music of my heart

"Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

"Creator of all that is lovely, oh
Write a tune upon my heart
And when you finish will you play me
Like a beautiful guitar?
Strong, the chords of mercy
Restore my soul completely
Bring life unto me
And this instrument will sing

"'Cause you're the music of my heart
The melody within my soul
The song that holds me in the dark
The fire that warms me when I'm cold
The symphony that calms my fear
The lyric that alone to hear
The masterpiece, the work of art
Complete before I start
The music of my heart

"Of my heart
I'm captivated
Of my heart
My soul's elated
Of my heart
Because
Every single light's full of love divine
Wrap me like a valentine

"'Cause you're the music of my heart
The melody within my soul
The song that holds me in the dark
The fire that warms me when I'm cold
The symphony that calms my fear
The lyric that alone to hear
The masterpiece, the work of art
Complete before I start
The music of my heart

"Yeah, the music of my heart
Of my heart
The music of my heart
Of my heart
The music of my heart."


As the last notes rang in the silence, Gadreel squeezed my hand.

"That was beautiful."

"Before all this, before I decided I wanted to be an archeologist, Mum said I should be a singer. I had the talent, but I didn't want to be pulled into the drama that comes with the performance industry. I sang where I could: in church, at home, in school, at work. It made me happy. Annoyed the shit out of some people, but it made me happy."

I turned to Gadreel, smiling, but it fell when I saw the tears in his eyes. I sat up and touched his face. My fingers came away bloody.

"Gadreel, what's wrong?" I was starting to panic. Gadreel saw my fingers. He grasped them.

"A little bit of reality seeped in."

"You're hurt? Did Uriel-"

Gadreel pressed a finger to my lips. "It doesn't matter. I'm at peace here. I don't want to return to reality just yet."

Gadreel's hand moved from my lips to my cheek. I held his hand there and leaned into the touch.

"I miss you, Gadreel."

"And I, you."

Our faces grew closer.

Thunder rolled and the wind picked up. I sat up and looked around.

"What's happening?" Gadreel asked. I stood, shaking my head. Once I was on my feet, I felt hands grab me and drag me away.

I bolted out of my sleep, panting and covered in sweat.

That was close.

"What?! You did that?!"

Yes, and me pulling you out stopped the Angels from tracking you to this place.

"But Gadreel..."

That wasn't him. The Angels more than likely created that to give them a way into your dreams.

"So you mean I can't dream?"

No.

I fell back onto my pillow with a groan. It had felt so real.


Gadreel hung from chains, hooks through his wings. Uriel punched Gadreel across his already broken cheekbone.

"You warned it."

Gadreel spat out a mouthful of blood. "Some part of her must of felt the trace."

Uriel snarled. "Not possible." The furious Angel stalked to a wheel and cranked it. Gadreel screamed as his wings were stretched to their limit. Uriel didn't stop until he heard the satisfying snaps and pops. Gadreel slumped in his chains. Tears of pain coursed down his face.

Uriel walked looked at the broken Angel. "We will do this again tomorrow and the next day until it is found and brought back here."

Uriel flew away, while Gadreel wept in defeat.


I asked Cas about prayer to an Angel the next day.

"What do you wish to know?" he asked around his concoction of meatloaf and pb&j sandwich. I knew the cravings got bad, but this was worse.

"Can a prayer be eavesdropped on?"

"Unless it is an open prayer, no, only the specific Angel will hear it."

"Thanks, Cas."

I ran off to my room. "Can I put you in the box? I want this to be private."

It isn't like I won't see it later, but fine go ahead. Have your few minutes of private sexy fun time.

I lay down on my bed, ignoring the inference.

Gadreel . . .

In Heaven's jail, Gadreel perked up slightly.

I know you won't be able to respond, so this is going to be a very one-sided conversation. Well, it isn't like we haven't had them before, right?

I hope that you are safe, and if not, Uriel is going to be in a lot of pain. Besides to state the obvious, I wanted to tell you that my Grace is leaking out bit by bit.

Gadreel head shot up.

I was cut during the escape and the blade cut through the top of my sigil. I'm just getting memories for now, but maybe if I find the right place to cut, I could release my Grace, but still keep it concealed. Maybe then I can get you out. Being locked up since the beginning of time I think is more than long enough.

I will do my best to keep you company when I can. I hope by the time we see each other again, you will be so annoyed with me that you will never want to hear my voice ever again.

Gadreel snorted, suppressing his laugh.

Well, since I have your attention, there is this song that has been stuck in my head that I want to get stuck in yours.

It's a small world after all. It's a small world after all. It's a small world after all. It's a small, small world . . .
Song Lyrics courtesy of Nicole C. Mullen and Disney. I do not own them.
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