His elegant fingers reached for me. Behind him, the shadow of decaying wings, a bullshit trick; earth-bound angels can’t fly. No means of escape, I suffered his touch. His resultant smile set fire to places I wish I didn’t have. When I say you shouldn’t fuck with angels, I mean it.
“Just kill me,” I
begged. “Whatever you want me to do, I’m gonna screw it up. Maybe on
purpose. Your observers should’ve reported my predilections.”
“Indeed. I hope to see you indulge them all, and then some.”
His smile left me raw. “Because daughter, it will waken Lucifer.”