DESI
She watched me, waiting for…something. For me to break down in tears. To beg forgiveness. To be human.
She walked away. I watched while she pulled out her cell phone and made a call - probably to James. She didn't look back.
I didn't know what to do, where to go. I felt empty of all belonging. I didn't belong to Father. I didn't belong to Odin. I didn't belong to Miri, or Cornelius or Longinus or James. And I certainly didn't belong to Michael.
I sat on the bench facing the little stone angel that had gotten me through so many moments of helplessness. But this time I drew no comfort from the statue. It was just stone with a heart as hardened as my own.
Against all odds, Michael had come back to me. He'd beaten Father, cleared the darkness from his soul. He'd still wanted me. Stil
