The hollow space deep in her soul ebbed outward threatening to consume her. Her eyes stung from the wind and threatening tears-a bodily function she didn’t understand. She released his arm and looked at the surf, watching the foam pop and fizzle. “If I fail…I won’t let you be dragged to the underworld with me.” Can’t risk it.” Alex stiffened, his gaze cast over the endless ocean. Her hands shook at the thought of losing him. “Take me with you.” Waves crashed against the shore, drowning her pleas. S he clutched her brother’s arm the same way she clung to him when they had plummeted to Earth after their banishment. The waves rippled as he strolled into the surf. He pulled off his shoes and tossed them to the sand. A reminder of how fragile a barrier lay between fallen angels on earth and the depths of hell. Saltwater swirled around her ankles and her feet sunk into the eroding sand with each retracting wave. Since her fall, she didn’t have any memory of Heaven, only an occasional moment of joy and pleasant dreams, but it had to be better than here. Sammy Lorre tugged her clinging shirt off her stomach and wadded into the cool ocean. Close enough at ninety-eight degrees and a hundred percent humidity.
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