Alan Price and the Statue of Zeus (The Nephilim Chronicles Book 3) by Jonathan Yanez Read Free Book Online

her head with all the care of someone holding their most prized treasure as he maneuvered the pillow beneath her.
    A thought came to Alan that he wished he had realized before, “How did you make it to us so quickly? It took us half a day to walk here, yet you made it to the Statue of Zeus’ temple in minutes.”
    “I relinquished my supernatural power that distinguished me as an Archangel, but things like speed, strength and even my wings are part of me. I choose not to use them however they are still present,” Raphael said.
    “You’re sure she’s a Horseman,” Alan asked.
    Raphael stood nodding, “If you dreamed about her, then yes. The only other possibility is she could be a Nephilim but her entrance into your dreams would rule out that possibility.”
    Alan decided to push his luck, “And you—do you know her?”
    Raphael broke his gaze from the girl for the first time since they found her. He stared at Alan with a blank look. “Why would you ask that?”
    Alan shrugged, “I don’t know. The way you watch her. It’s like you’re seeing a ghost or someone you know. You haven’t stopped staring at her since we brought her back to your house.”
    Raphael didn’t speak, instead his gaze returned to the girl nestled in the large pile of nets. She looked like a baby bird still too weak to make the initial flight from her perch. “She—she just remains me of someone I once knew. That’s all.”
    Alan sensed the finality in his words and decided not to push the subject further. Alan could guess Raphael was referring to someone he had once known and lost. Either during the war or perhaps someone he even killed himself. Instead, Alan changed the subject remembering his own actions during the conflict with the two demons. A wave of shame washed over him as he recounted the events. “Thank you, Raphael.”
    “For what?” the Archangel asked.
    Alan struggled with the right words, but there was no other way to say it. It sickened him to think he was about to kill both the demons that had claimed the girl for their own. “For stopping me. I would have—I don’t know what came over me.”
    “I know.” Raphael said, “War fury. Each Horseman of War before you has dealt with the same thing. It’s a blessing and a curse. It will grant you power in battle unmatched against any other Horseman. However, it takes an iron will to control your lust for violence.”
    “Great,” Alan said shaking his head. “On top of everything else going on, I’m my own worst enemy.”
    Raphael nodded, “Aren’t we all?”
    The girl mumbled something bringing both their attentions back to their visitor. Her eyes blinked open. Once again fear crept over her face claiming its territory over any other emotion. “Where, where am I?” she asked struggling to sit up. “Am—am I in a pile of nets?”
    Alan took a kneeling position beside her and tried his best at a soothing smile. “Yes, we rescued you and brought you back here where you are safe. You passed out and we tried to make you comfortable.”
    The girl nodded. “I’m not imagining all of this, am I? This is real.”
    “Yes,” Alan said. “What’s your name? What’s the last thing you remember?”
    “I’m Kassidy, I—” Alan could see how hard Kassidy was trying to bring back the events of her past. “The last thing I remember, I was shooting up at Logan’s house then—then I passed out on this trip. The next thing I was running from some black-eyed freaks and trying to wake up. But—but there’s nothing to wake up from, is there?”
    “No,” Alan said trying to keep the regret from his voice. “No, you’re awake. When you’re ready I can start explaining things to you. Do you need anything? Water? Food?”
    Kassidy massaged her temples. Half joking she eyed the two men, “Yeah, you wouldn’t happen to have a hit or two I could bum off you, would you?” When she saw their faces she tried to explain. “You know, just something to even me