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Michelle is the bestselling author of the young adult novel “PODs.” She was born and raised in Flint, Michigan, but now lives in a sleepy suburb outside Houston with her extremely supportive husband, three school-aged children, a 125 pound “lap dog,” and a very snooty cat.
Red Bull or Monster Khaos are her coffee of choice, and she can’t write without peanut butter M&Ms and a hoodie. A hopeful romantic; she loves a swoon-worthy ending that will give her butterflies for days. She writes across genres in the young adult and new adult age groups. She loves to hear from her readers.
Michelle signed her new young adult contemporary novel— Unspeakable, with Clean Teen Publishing in 2014.
“So, how’s school?” Grams asked. Her gaze searched mine.
“Good. I like it, but I think I’m going to take the rest of the semester off.”
My grandmother frowned. “It’s your first semester.” She studied me for a minute. “Something’s wrong. The boy?”
I nodded. “I miss him.”
“Mm-hmm. Yes, I know that. But I didn’t mean that boy. I meant the other one.” She looked at Benjamin, who was happily building houses with his Legos only to crush them with his cars.
“I had a feeling. What do you see, child?” She rolled her wheelchair closer to me and leaned forward.
“Yeah, how’d you know?” I asked slowly.
“They’re the Four Brothers. They were above Abaddon.”
“The Four Brothers?”
She ticked their names off on her fingers. “Yann, Brann, Jord, and Himmel. The Four Brothers. They’re nasty, Milayna. If they’re helping Azazel, you’re going to have one helluva fight on your hands.”
Shit on a stick. I don’t like that answer. Let’s try for another one.
I glanced at Ben, and then back to my grams. “Why now? Why are they showing up now?”
“You’re stronger. You were able to outwit Azazel, which was bad, but not devastating because they had Abaddon, and he could still kill you. But you up and put a wrench in their plans when you killed him. Essentially, you killed your own assassin. You took out their back-up plan. So they’re coming to take care of the problem themselves.”
“And Azazel? What does he have to do with this?” I asked.
A shiver ran down my spine and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up like little soldiers.
“That’s easy, Milayna. He’s coming for Benjamin.”