I don't know what to say so I say nothing for a while; letting his words linger in my thoughts as my fingers run along large, hard knuckles. It is a Warrior's hand-but he is not a Warrior, not at this moment. He is my supporter, my friend and my husband. Everything else is secondary. Only the lives of the Seraph Realm come before either of us. Which brings me back to my original thought, so I turn to Pastor, "We must do everything we can to keep Emily alive."
He nods slightly, "Agreed."
"What's the next step?" I ask.
"We must receive approval from the Seraph Council."
"Approval? For what?"
Pastor steps away, rubbing his palms together, "For permission..." he pauses and locks eyes with me, "to involve the angel Michael."
Gulp.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa...do you mean, THE Archangel Michael?"
