The angel lowered his gaze to the floor to look at the crimson blood on the ice. He wiped away David’s blood from his chin, laid him down on the floor and closed his eyelids.
“You’re here.” The red-haired stood behind him and patted his shoulders. “Why would you come all the way?”
“All the way…” The red-eyed straightened his white jacket and stared at David. “He died.”
The red-haired sat down too. “So?”
“Not yet.” The angel in white said. “Not now.”
“He actually tried to talk to me.” Israpheel joined them.
“To save him?” The red-haired glanced at him.
Israpheel shook his head. “To take his heart and give it to Zain. His whole thought process reached me.”
He sat down against the wall and poked the frozen blood. “Since I’m dying anyway, I will give my heart to Zain. Let him have a he
