Chapter 13
November 3,390 BC
Earth: Village of Assur
GITA
Gita marveled at the luxuries her cousin had grown up with in the room Ninsianna now shared with her husband. It was a tight fit, with a bed far too small for the enormous Angelic, every square cubit occupied by his magnificent black-brown wings. Her knees screamed in protest as she kneeled at his bedside, begging for her to give up her vigil, but no one had come to offer her a stool. No matter how long it took, she was determined to comfort him until he passed the point of danger.
"I'm so sorry," Gita whispered so not even he could hear it. "I didn't know about the prophecy. I would have come to you and told you. You know that, don't you?"
Of course he didn't know that. He didn't know her…
She had shadowed him like a wraith
