The force lifted Michael out of the water and propelled him forward until he landed on the shore. He was laid on the sand with his eyes closed and heart racing. Anger, raw and hot, filled his veins... He opened his eyes—slowly.
He was completely drenched and feeling a bit chilly despite the sun. He saw four familiar faces staring at his form on the ground. Dasper, Miss Eva, Jadis and Zariel—who looked petrified—towered over his wet form laid on the shore. Michael sat up slowly, he swallowed the fury boiling inside him and asked, "Who brought me out?"
Jadis exhaled in relief and turned to Lord Zariel, smiling brightly. "My lord, he is perfectly fine." Zariel crouched beside the redhead, his brows furrowed in worry. He exhaled softly and whispered, "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," Michael f
