"Why didn't you just kill her?" He finally said, voice thick. "Instead of just leaving her there to live in perpetual sleep?"
"I could never kill my own daughter," Raziel said coldly. "And while some of her DNA, the Angel side, remains undamaged, there is still hope. Her Wolf cannot live with the amount of formula she injected, but there is the possibility that it cannot truly die, either, while the Angel in her lives. Her Wolf may just be in a comatose state. If I could find something to bring it back, if it isn't truly dead, Rebekah would live again."
It was the first time her name had been spoken. Rebekah. It was fitting, I thought, as it sounded like another Biblical name.
Gabriel was silent, lost in thought. "That seems like too many 'ifs'," he finally murmured, the words barely di
