Rose In Bloom (The Havenmoor Convergence #4)

Being an angel’s girlfriend isn’t everything it’s cracked up to be. Sure, Malachi’s really helpful when demons are invading the earth and sending terrifying dreams and visions through Rosemary’s mind, but it’s not all fun and games. He won’t let her cut classes anymore, and even with a perfect body, perfect mind, and perfect every single other thing, World Geography is a little much to expect from her, right? Of course, it doesn’t help that real problems are coming. She runs into Nessie Croft, an old friend who was dying of cancer just weeks ago and has enjoyed a remarkable recovery. Of course, Rose knows a terrible secret about Nessie, one that could destroy her friend.

Rose in Bloom is the fourth volume in the Havenmoor Convergence series from Polaris Young Adult Productions. It continues the story of Malachi and Rosemary that began in Rosemary’s Angel and Malachi’s Redemption. The Havenmoor Convergence is the third volume in the Havenmoor Series. Five teens struggle to maintain what remnant of humanity they possess in order to fight against an ancient evil descending upon the world. Five teens—a vampire, a werewolf, a witch, a ghost, and a half-angel—five teens try to save the world and still find a way to love their mortal counterparts. Is there hope for their love? Is there hope for the world? Polaris Young Adult Productions, bringing you the finest young adult fantasy, scifi, and paranormal fiction.

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Feeling sick and hot, Nessie moved sluggishly from her room and down the top of the stairs. She was dying for something to drink, orange juice or something. She yawned and rubbed her eyes, being quiet so as to not wake her father. She nearly fell down the stairs when the front door opened and startled her. Nessie reeled back, covering her mouth with her hand. Then, she recognized her father’s familiar footfalls and seeing his face in the dim light, she calmed.

She wasn’t calm for long. His hands were coated with red; it was shiny and she could smell iron and sweat. Blood; it was blood. But why would her father…She froze, stifling a scream, her eyes widening. All of the murders, the killings…her father?
“Had to do it.” He was whispering now, muttering as he filled up a bucket with water; she could see the steam rising from it as he shoved his hands in. “Got to make her better; it’s for her,” he whispered and flinched, shrugging his shoulder like he was trying to brush something off himself.

She felt bile rise in her throat. Make her better? How could… God, she was getting better. How? What had he done? Nobody ever explained why his father was arrested and held for hours. Did they know? She slid silently back up the stairs and into the bathroom. She dropped in front of the toilet, retching and coughing as tears dripped down her cheeks. Finally, she stood and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

What if it was true? What if her father had killed all of them for her to get better? How could that even happen? She rinsed her mouth, stumbled to her bedroom, and crawled into bed, pulling the covers over her head.