Page 170 of Possessing Eden


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I step back into building and pull Thaddeus’s lifeless body with me as a flood of bullets slam into the metal door.

The feeling that’s been haunting since I left the church has finally manifested.

We’ve been made.

Shouts from behind me start to break into my brain as I take cover away from the door. The door itself now starting to look like a paper target at a shooting range.

Somewhere behind me there’s another scream of pain, and whoever it came from isn’t gagged.

Fuck.

My phone starts buzzing with an incoming call, but I’m pulling Thaddeus’s body with me behind an old steel secretary’s desk.

“Fuck!” I scream and flip the desk over to its side. “Thaddeus is down!”

Dragging Thaddeus behind the desk, I pull my Glock from the holster on my hip and train it on the door.

More shouting comes from the back.

Johnathan screams in rage as he sprints through the room to slide behind another desk.

Pushing the desk over to its side like I’ve done, he looks at me and his eyes are wide with fury and worry.

It’s a look I’ve never seen before on any of my brother’s faces.

“They’ve hit the houses, too,” Johnathan rages. “They’re attacking our fucking wives!”

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My heart lighter after making the decision to stay another day, I spend the rest of the afternoon getting comfortable in the house.

No longer feeling as overwhelmed now that I have something to do.

Poking through every drawer, closet, and cabinet again, I take note of what there is and what I’ll need to focus on when I go shopping tomorrow.

Abel finishes his stroller nap while I mess around. After he wakes up and has a snack, I carry him up to the nursery.

We start going through his new toys.

“What do you think of this one?” I ask, holding out a rubbery giraffe to him.

Abel grabs the giraffe and immediately bites down on the neck.

I laugh as he gnaws happily. “I suppose that’s a keeper.”

Turning back to the toy box to dig another toy out, I freeze when the doorbell rings.

“Huh, that’s weird,” I say to Abel.

It must be a mistake. Whoever it is probably has the wrong house…

The doorbell rings twice again in quick succession, like whoever is ringing it is impatient.

I frown. “Maybe it’s Meredith and Beth.”

Getting to my feet, I scoop Abel up and head downstairs.

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