11. A Shining Light
Danny appeared by my side, amazed at the numbers gathered on the ledge.
“You need to learn to pick your fights better,” he mumbled.
“Ah, Danizriel,” Drake said. They knew each other? “Always a pleasure to have you drop by.”
Danny held out his hand and I took it.
Drake raised his eyebrows. “Strange times indeed. Another anathema, Danizriel?” He chuckled. “Really you’re quite the bad boy, for an angel.”
“Get ready to run,” Danny whispered.
Where the hell were we going to run? There wasn’t enough room between us and them. I squeezed his hand to let him know I’d heard and he took one step forward, shielding me protectively. I had to lean to the side slightly to see what was happening in front of us.
“Sorry, Drake, hate to shoot and run,” he sounded apologetic, “but
