Hunting the Nephilim, Part V
...She perked up in his arms when she heard the words,
said, “You mean you didn’t tell them the truth?”
He said, “I couldn’t shoot, how could I betray?
Even attempting it would be no use.
Despite all my shock, I recalled one thing:
the fact that I gave you an engagement ring.”
She reached for her jeans beside the bed
and dug out the same ring from a pant’s pocket,
slipped it on her finger so he could see,
the moonlight sparkled brilliantly off it.
He sighed, “I guess you will need a new white dress,
but before I agree, I have one request.”
She looked at him, curious, in the dim light,
he said, “Do that thing where you make your eyes shine.”
She grinned and focused her angelic side,
until her eyes glowed with a light divine.
It faded quickly, and he said, “You know
that’s the first time I’ve seen that up close.
She chuckled at the light tone of his words,
she was still struggling to catch her breath.
“My fallen angel dad could go for hours,
a few seconds is my personal best.”
He chuckled and wrapped her tighter in his arms,
hunter and hunted, lost to each other’s charms.
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