Nevaeh’s incredulous eyes were glued to the spot where Sam had disappeared with Jaelyn, glued to the Îngeri Uitați that had replaced the other one within seconds. Breaths choked out of her mouth as anguish worked its way up her throat, barely making through the passageway which felt like it was constricting more and more within each passing second.
Her hands fisted Elder Raith’s shirt, who still lay listlessly in her lap, as she finally found the means to scream, “Where is he? Where did the angel take him?” Nevaeh directed at the sentinel. “Where did she take that son of a b***h!?”
Of course, the angel did not respond. It couldn’t see, couldn’t speak, couldn’t hear Nevaeh’s tormented cries. Its humanity was blocked behind a chary barricade of dark colored thread. Yet even though it wasn’
