All Chapters of Graveyard Watchman: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

A flush of relief calms my mind and Dominic reaches out, clutching me tightly to his chest. I can hear the thump of his heart loud against my temple and he turns, still holding on to me but I don't look up. I know my brother, Victoria, Skylar and Pastor are close behind. I can hear their footsteps as Dominic walks me through the golden doors. We move at a steady pace, farther into the dim corridor and I feel exhausted, the adrenaline pulsing through my veins only moments ago, clearly subsiding. I look up and notice several Seraph Fighters standing at attention along our path, each one bowing their heads as we walk by. A tribute of some kind, or maybe they're guarding our walk? It doesn't really matter; I'm more than relived to see a few Fighters still left that Dr. Mansfield hasn't managed to infect. It doesn't take long before the fiery torch hanging outside the door to our quarters catches my eye. Dominic moves in front of me with Gideon to his side, their actions so quick, the doo

Up ahead, two figures in white come into view, standing just outside the thick door to the metal room. It's Pastor Ezekiel and Zack, deep in conversation, but when they hear us approaching they both glance up. Zack moves closer, waving me to go in. "The Archangel will appear when you enter the room.""Wait," Pastor interrupts, "hold out your hands." He tells me, pulling out a white bottle from his pocket. He sprinkles holy water into my palms, "rub it in," he instructs, holding my hands in his with his eyes closed, his mouth moving in silent prayer. Seconds later he glances down at me, "Now stand still for a moment." He squeezes several more drops on each side and then down the front and back of my cloak.I look up at Dominic and he nods, "I will not leave this spot." His fingers wrap around the doorknob and I reach up and kiss his lips, "I love you," I whisper in his ear. "I love you." He kisses my cheek and opens the door.Without warning, the stench of rotting flesh hits

I awaken to the sound of a crackling fire in a dark room, our room; only the reflection of half a moon casts its shadowy light over me as I look to my left. Dominic is sleeping, his breathing strong and steady and without thinking, I touch my ears; padded with something that feels similar to gauze. I no longer have the searing pain like before so I start to pull them off but stop myself. I can hear just fine with them on, maybe I need more time to heal?A light breeze coming from the ceiling fan above sends chills to my uncovered shoulders and I scoot down, snuggling closer to Dominic's masculine, rosemary scent. He jerks up, scanning the room and I catch a faint twitch of his mouth; as if realizing where he is and his eyes capture mine."You are awake." He whispers and smiles, tenderly kissing the side of my face."Yeah," I say softly, "What happ..." I shake my head, remembering Zull and the horrific sight of body parts and stench and blood. "How long have I...""Four days," he in

My eyes flash open, and I jerk, startled. My body was only inches away from slamming onto cold, hard pavement. I push up on my elbows, unaware of my surroundings and glance over my shoulder. Dominic is sound asleep beside me, peaceful and quiet as sweet reality rushes back in. I close my eyes and sigh, wiping away the sweat from my forehead, the rapid thud of my heart still pounding in my ears.Stupid dream.A twinge of jealousy washes over me as I glance back at my husband. I haven't slept well for weeks. The doctors say it's from all the pregnancy hormones and to expect changes in my sleeping habits. But, they failed to mention anything about having crazy, vivid dreams.A slight fluttering in my belly captures my attention, and I clutch my stomach, unable to feel the movement with my hands. It's been going on for a few days, but I haven't said anything to Dominic. It could be nothing. The baby isn't big enough. It's too early.Should I be worried, or just ignore my first-time-mom

Within seconds I'm released from the heavy darkness of my husband's cloak. Blinding light surrounds me, piercing my vision, and it's difficult to get my bearings. My head continues to spin as if I were spun rapidly on a swing. It happens every time Dominic flashes me from one place to another, and I hate it. Thankfully, he keeps his arms wrapped around my waist, holding me steady. He knows I need a minute, but I can feel his anxiety. He's not concerned about me losing my balance. This is different. He's actually worried."Your Majesty," a male voice calls out, and I glance awkwardly to my right. "It is good to see you again."Dr. Walsh stands only a few feet away, an older man, tall and thin, wearing a white lab coat. The smell of rubbing alcohol gets stronger as he moves closer and bows. I see the crown of his head, thick with black and silver strands and try only focusing on him as I wait for the room to stop swaying. "I hear you are having some pain," he says, grabbing a stethos