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Micah was going to be in trouble for this, but he was sick of miracles that were nothing but tricks. They hadn’t even given the kid time to forget. He still wasn’t sure how that’d happened. Usually, they forgot as soon as they opened their eyes, but Bobby hadn’t.
He"d promised the boy a miracle and he was going to give him one. He’d deal with the consequences later. Amusement sparked inside him—warm but fleeting, like a match struck and then doused in water. He could almost see Gillstrom now. The other angel was like a pulsing nerve, sparking on about the rules and regulations. This just might make Gillstrom twitch himself out of existence. If only Micah would be so lucky.
“I"m scared.” The boy hadn"t spoken but Micah could feel his thoughts.
Death shimmered around the child
