by L.L Hunter
“Jacob? Jacob, wake up!”
Jacob stirred and opened his eyes. “Kat?” He sat up amazed, but her finger pressed against his lips.
“Shh. Don’t wake the others. Come.”
“I can actually feel you, Kat. What’s going on? I thought…”
“I am not yet dead, nor am I alive.” She led him from his room into the corridor.
“I’m very confused,” he yawned and scratched his head. Kat didn’t explain, but instead appealed to him.
“Listen, Jacob. I need you to do something for me.” She came so close their bodies almost touched.
“I’ll do anything.”
“I want you to find my soul.”
“What do you mean, Kat?”
Kat led Jacob into the chapel crypt and to the coffin where her body lay.
“Jacob, I need you to take my body to the Michaelites who will provide security while you go in search of my soul.”
“How was it lost?”
“The Gatekeeper stole my soul while you slept. From now and until you find it and return it to me, I am trapped in the Realm of the Dead.”
“The Gatekeeper? Of the Realm of Light?”
“No, The Realm of Death,” she told him.
Jacob’s heart stopped. The Realm of Death. Jacob knew that to be in the realm of which all souls were taken, that it was near impossible for an angel to go there, unless they were dead.
“I have a clue for you,” she offered. “The Gatekeeper dwells with Lakyn and the Lucifites.”
“All right. But how would I identify The Gatekeeper?”
“You need to discover that for yourself. Okay?”
“Okay.” Jacob assented and stepped closer to her.
“So, you will do that for me?” she asked, with big puppy dog eyes.
“I’ll do anything for you, Kat,” he insisted. “And I won’t give up until your soul is restored to you.”
Kat smiled. “Then we can be together,” she informed him. Jacob smiled too, but as he went to wrap his arms around her, her body evaporated, disappearing into thin air.
“Kat!”
Jacob sat up in bed. It had been a dream. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and tried anxiously to dismiss the dream, hoping that Kat’s soul wasn’t missing and that instead she was safe. Throwing off the covers, Jacob quickly ran barefoot to the crypt. He pushed open the heavy door, and in amazement, he saw her. Kat’s spirit was standing over her own body, her image translucent. In that instant, Jacob realised he hadn’t been dreaming. Kat’s spirit had indeed led him here. He knew what he had to do.
Sneak Peek
Introduction to
The Chronicles of Blood & Stone
