Inheritance An Abraham Seed Novel
Genre: Paranormal Suspense
Chapter 2/Page 23
The random and unpredictable behavior of the three Blight agents, he’s been following for the past two weeks, was just about to make sense to Grant. He sat with his eyes closed in the small room , isolated from any sound and little light. He’s been going over in his mind the highly sensitive material laid out in front of him. Comparing irregularities in the system, the population dynamics in the targeted areas, the movements of different groups, and clusters of certain parties, transportation dynamics and many other factors have convinced Grant that he was on the verge of cracking what they are up too.
The agents are in different parts of the country, during seemingly ordinary things, completely different things, but Grant begins to see the uniformed pattern of their behavior. As the model begins to take shape in angles and lines in his mind; a pattern of destruction and pain starts to evolve. A pattern, that suddenly averts from him in a jumble mixture of senses and sensations.
Frustrated, Grant opens his eyes unable to think clearly. He was suddenly jacked, his natural senses were flooding his paranormal sense. He needed to get back to the patterns, the angles. He tried, but he was unable to focus on the simplest exercise to aid his concentration. Grant pushes the chair back scraping it against the wooden floor as he stands.
“ The Damn!”
He was right on the verge of clarity, just about to see the whole ugly pattern when HER essences, the very phantom of her textured scent woofed across his five natural senses. It was like someone had slapped him across the face, but using every part of their being. Grant licks his lips and closes his eyes, releasing a deep moan as though he could taste Zahila’s sweet essence in his mouth.
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