I never should have butted into their business -- though I'd had reason enough in the last few days to do so -- but if I had, I would not have imagined myself to be like this after saving her life.
I stared unmoving and without breathing across the long room, into the dark eyes of the archangel, and he looked back mockingly pleasant at me with a sneer plastered on his face.
Surely it was a good way to be punished, in a place of someone else, someone I loved and cared about. Noble, even. That ought to count for something.
I knew if I should just let them be, I wouldn't be punished like this. I wouldn't be stripped out of my wings. But terrified as I was, I couldn't bring myself to regret my decision. When life offers you a dream so far beyond any of your expectations, it's not reasonable to grieve when it comes to an end.
Archangel Raguel smiled in a friendly way as he sauntered forward to begin my punishment.
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A Sin Like an Angel
FantasyThis Bitter Language I know your streets, sweet city, I know the demons and angels that flock and roost in your boughs like birds. I know you, river, as if you flowed through my heart. I am your warrior daughter. There are letters made of your body ...
