Avenging Angels (The Seraphim Chronicles Book 1) - Plot & Excerpts
He walked into the bathroom and cleaned himself up for the day. Overnight the bruise on the back of his neck had spread to the sides. It looked like a small purple and yellow towel clinging to his neck like a parasite. He felt grateful that the pain inhibitors were still working He did not want to imagine what it would feel like without them. After he dressed, Jack crept out of the bedroom and made a beeline to the kitchen to make himself a quick cup of morning tea. With steaming cup in hand, he headed for the second bedroom, which he used as an office whenever Evangeline was not on duty. He sat down at his desk and placed his cup of tea on his favorite sandstone coaster from the Calexico Islands. “Good morning, Gideon,” Jack spoke to the screen. A light emanated from the holographic projector above Jack’s head, the figure of a man materializing in front of the desk. He was a featureless approximation of male anatomy, possessing legs, a torso, arms, and a head, but simplified and vague, much like the symbol on the door of a men’s restroom.
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