22. Misunderstandings
The angel fire was still burning on Danny’s palms as we returned to the cottage. He quickly closed his palm to extinguish the flame, before it could destroy our home.
“I have failed Him… I have failed,” he moaned, sinking to the floor, his head in his hands.
I knelt on the floor beside him and pulled his hands away from his head.
“Look at me,” I commanded. “Look at me!”
When Danny raised his head I could see the anguish in his eyes — the guilt, the suffering.
“It was not your fault,” I shook his arms to make sure he listened to me. “We had no reason to believe the clans would already be there. We weren’t to know the crow wasn’t Amrael’s.”
Danny shook his head. “You don’t understand what Amrael has done, in his dying moments.”
“The light?” I asked.
“Yes, the l
