An endless gust of wind came at him, starting at his feet and blowing upwards. He saw everything. Gabriel’s fist came toward him, moving millimeters per second, his face still beautiful in its fury. Sebastian felt as if he had been struck by lightning. The tiny hairs on his arms and the back of his neck stood on end. It took a second to realize the cause of this new feeling, this power. That revitalized energy he felt when Grayson had left was back.A Soul had entered the light.Sara had done it.His face showed no concern for the incoming fist. Nothing mattered to him in that moment except the raw, vigorous energy roiling in the center of his being. He felt strong. Powerful. Every part of his body was alive, and more than that, alert.Dust particles, like dirty snowflakes, drifted down from the ceiling. A light breeze came in from the broken window to his left.Sebastian closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Even with his eyes closed, he felt Gabriel turn to look behind him, the heavy force of violence dissipating slowly between them.Gabriel whispered, “The haunt is dissolving.”For an instant, Sebastian felt the Angel panic.
