Eric and I walk back down the creaky old staircase together. I’m trying to focus on the mission ahead, but when we reach the tavern again I’m immediately reminded of that passionate kiss.
The memory makes my heart thud loudly in my chest.
So when we reach the center of the room and I take his hands in mine, I can barely restrain myself. All I want to do is wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him again.
“Ready?” He asks, and the breathlessness in his voice tells me that he’s thinking the exact same thing.
I hand him the old box and pull my angelic blade from its sheath. The intense flame illuminates the entire room with a pure, blue glow. “I’m ready,” I say.
I draw my first transportation sigil as a full angel, and once I finish the intricate swirls and curves I have to stare at
