Grace and Glory by Jennifer L. Armentrout EPUB & PDF – eBook Details
- Author: Jennifer L. Armentrout
- Genre: Teen & Young Adult Contemporary Fantasy eBooks, Teen & Young Adult Paranormal Romance
- Publish Date: 1 June 2021
- Size: 2 MB
- Format: PDF / EPUB
- Status: Avail for Download
- Price: Free
Zayne stood only a few feet from me, the surprisingly cool July breeze lifting
the edges of his blond hair off bare shoulders.
Or that was what I believed I was seeing.
I was slowly going blind.
My line of sight was already severely restricted
with little to no peripheral vision. Eventually, there’d be nothing but a
pinprick of sight left. To make seeing things all the more iffy, cataracts had
formed in both eyes, causing my central vision to be blurry and eyes even
more sensitive to light. It was a genetic disease known as retinitis
pigmentosa, and not even all the angelic blood pumping through my veins
could prevent the disease from progressing. Bright light of any sort made it
difficult for me to see and low light wasn’t any better, making everything
shadowy and hard to see at night.
So, with only the lampposts inside Rock Creek Park lighting the walking
path behind me, it was more than possible that I wasn’t seeing what I thought
I was. I’d also gone through a hellish trauma mere days ago, handed a
beatdown of epic proportions by the psychotic archangel Gabriel, also known
as the Harbinger of Overlong Monologues, so God only knew what that had
done to my eyes.
Or my brain.
Zayne could be a hallucination, one driven by brain damage or grief. Either
of those two things actually made more sense. Because how was he standing
in front of me? Zayne was…oh God, he had died, his body having turned to
dust by now, as all Wardens’ did upon death. The bond that had linked us
together, made him my Protector, gave us both strength and speed, had turned
on us the moment I truly acknowledged how much I was in love with him.
He’d been physically weakened, and Gabriel had taken advantage of that. I’d
heard Zayne say his last words. It’s okay. I’d watched him take his last
breath. I’d felt that cord that had connected us together as Protector and
Trueborn snap inside me.
He was dead.
But he was right there, standing in front of me, and I smelled freshly fallen
snow and mint—wintermint. It was stronger than before, as if the summer air
was soaked in winter.
Because of that scent, for a moment, I wondered if he were a spirit—
someone who’d died and crossed over. When souls who’d moved on to the
great beyond came to check in on loved ones, people often smelled
something that reminded them of the person who’d passed on. A perfume.
Toothpaste. A cigar. Bonfire. It could be anything, because Heaven…Heaven
had a certain scent; it smelled like whatever you desired most, and I wanted
Zayne to be alive more than I wanted anything.
I smelled Heaven right now.
But even with my funky vision, I could see that Zayne wasn’t a spirit. That
he was flesh and blood—glowing flesh and blood. His skin held a faint
luminous glow that hadn’t been present before.
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