Phoenix Contract: Part Three (Fallen Angel Watchers) - Plot & Excerpts
The priest stood with his arms spread and face turned to the heavens, mouth open to catch the warm, gentle droplets as they fell from the sky. Silly and child-like, but at his age Matthew didn’t care. Every moment of life was precious, and he wanted to savor it, because he had so little time left. The tempo of the downpour increased slightly, and the raindrops pelted his face and hands. Matthew sighed, reluctantly thinking about going indoors. He knew if Aiden or Mrs. Leromenos caught him out in the rain without a coat, he’d never hear the end of it. “Are you trying to catch your death?” The impatient demand stopped Matthew in his tracks. He turned to face the Celtic warrior. “Don’t nag, Magnus. You sound like a woman.” Magnus lifted his shoulders in a classic Gaelic shrug. The Celt wasn’t one to advise to fools. The rain pelted down even harder, and the two men stared at one another in stubborn silence, each certain they were right.
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