Hearing those words on his lips makes my heart flutter into my throat, but I can’t quite bring myself to say it back quite yet. Not after how he’s hurt me the last few days. “I’ll see you soon,” I whisper.
I have a curse to break and a journey to the unknown with an archangel to deal with. Love isn’t exactly my priority right now.
“Shall we?” Michael asks, raising his sword into the air and holding an enormous hand out toward me.
“You don’t need a sigil?” I ask.
He shakes his head. ‘Not the ancients,” He answers. “I’m older than the sigils, older than the world, my dear. I’m older than time itself.”
I take a timid step toward him, looking over my shoulder at my mom and sister.
She nods, letting me know that it’s safe.
“Where are we going?” I ask, slowly reaching my hand out to mee
