Sacred Bloodlines by Wendy Owens Read Free Book Online

closer, Gabe saw the man had black wavy hair.  There wasn’t even a hint of gray.  His jaw line was tight.  He had a slight five o’clock shadow.
    The man neared them and held out his hand, flashing a broad smile.  
    “So this is Gabe?”  He asked, grabbing hold of Gabe’s hand with both of his and shaking it vigorously.  Gabe noticed his eyes had amazing glowing flecks of blue in them as he tilted his head.  “Nice to meet you, I’m Michael.”
    Gabe did not expect Michael to be so young and couldn’t help but stare.  After hearing Uri describe him as a wise and powerful elder, he imagined an old man with a long gray beard and robes.  Gabe was sure he had been watching too many movies.  He was pleased, however, with how kind and welcoming he was.  “So nice to meet you, sir,” he said as Michael continued passed them.
    “Please come, sit.”  Michael motioned to the plush velvet couch that was placed directly in front of a grand fireplace.  Uri and Gabe followed and took a seat.  
    Gabe noticed the worn arms of the couch and wondered what stories the old beast could share.  To each side of the couch were side tables covered with picture frames.  Gabe noticed they were all filled with young people, close to his age.  They stood with Michael with an arm about each other’s shoulders, huge smiles plastered across their faces.  It was clear he was a very popular man.  
    Gabe simply doubted Michael could help with his particular situation in life.
    Michael walked over to the fireplace and stoked the embers, losing his gaze in them.  “You guys had a very eventful evening.”  Michael said in a soft tone.  
    The boys were silent, neither sure what to say in response.  The silence dragged on for what seemed like hours.  Without warning, Michael turned and walked to the leather chair that was next to the couch, taking a seat.  
    “I suppose I owe you my gratitude, we all do.”
    “For what?” Gabe questioned, puzzled.
    “Well, for Sophie of course.”  Michael replied matter-of-factly.  “Uri told me what an amazing hero you were last night.”
    “Sir,” Gabe replied, a little embarrassed at having to explain that Uri was mistaken about the type of person he was.  “I am sure Uri meant nothing by it.  I didn’t do anything last night.”
    “On the contrary,” Michael continued with a slight smile.  “I would never call healing something that is nothing.  Sophie is very important to us all and we owe you a debt of gratitude.”
    “Really, Sir,” Gabe insisted, becoming annoyed with the fact nobody in this place seemed to listen.  “I didn’t do anything.  I wouldn’t even begin to know how to heal.”
    Michael simply enlarged his smile as he nodded and continued, “Uri told me he saved all the fun details of whom we are and why we brought you here for me to explain.  We have a lot to talk about.  Wouldn’t you say?”
    “Yes sir.” Gabe replied, giddy at the thought of light being shed on what had been happening to him over the last day.
    “Please, ask any questions you may have as I explain.” Michael continued.
    Gabe was nervous and eager to begin.  Part of him was hoping what he heard would lead to the answers about why he was different, why his life had been so tragic.  But a bigger part of him feared this was just one more door that led to complete and utter devastation.  
    “Uri,” Michael deviated, realizing the needs of his new guest.  “Gabe must be famished.  Can you have cook whip up a breakfast fit to welcome the hero we have in our presence today?”
    With that statement, it became clear to Gabe that Michael was not willing to budge on the idea that he had saved Sophie.  Tired of the argument, Gabe decided not to rebut.  
    “Happy to,”  Uri replied hopping up and skipping to the door.  Within seconds he was gone.  Gabe sat there awkwardly on the couch.  He was alone with Michael and unsure what to say.
    “So Gabe, I’m sure you must