Chapter 2: Ascension Graveyard by Candice Coates

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Chapter 2       

The Encounter Blog interview with Etta Castle Teague

HL: If you knew what you were doing, if you’ve been planning this uprising for this long, then why all the problems? Why the mistakes? And let’s be honest, your mistakes don’t even makes sense in regard to your goals. You are aware of what people say about you because of this stuff.
ECT: Contrary to popular gossip, there is but one God and last I checked my name wasn’t Jesus. I can’t see the future. We all take off in the world with a plan, but purpose always seems to derail those plans even if it’s for the better outcome. Only problem is purpose makes you work to figure out its paths, strange occurrences included. It never gives easily…

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Jørn made it back to his Harley well after midnight. Running in the hills was a dangerous thing to do alone in the cover of late night. Falling over the side could prove fatal, but he was willing to take the risk. He had to get away. He couldn’t help himself.

It had been several years, and still the wound was fresh against his heart. It was like Pavlov’s Law; ring a bell and the dog will salivate knowing that a meal is coming. For Jørn it was that way with every ascension. Hearing about it, drawing close to the days, his body would tremble, and the fight within him would rise. He instinctively would go on defense mode, but he didn’t know who to fight or how to fight them.

If he could just figure it out.

He paced near his bike for several minutes, letting the cool night air blow through the sweaty lochs of his hair. He had run for three hours straight. That was more than enough motion to get the adrenalin out of his veins, but it wasn’t enough to abate his growing frustration with Etta’s disconnect with him or numb the painful memories of her—Heidi Flagg.

It was almost eleven years ago. He and Heidi—his then fiancée—had just moved to Greenwich Pass. They were actually passing through, stopping by to meet with Baldwin. Baldwin had sent him a message. He’d sent it a couple years prior, sealing it with their usual greeting and farewell, Brødre uden døden, but Jørn had been out of the country with Heidi. Heidi was of Korean descent, adopted by an American family. She wanted to see where she came from, and Jørn just wanted to make her happy.

Somehow a three-week trip turned into a two-year venture, and by the time Jørn was able to get to Greenwich Pass, Baldwin was nowhere to be found. Instead, there was Etta Castle, now Etta Castle Teague.

He rotated his wedding band around his finger, the golden metal warm from his heat.

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