Everly
“Everly,” a young female voice calls out to me from the fog covering my apartment. My brow furrows when I see Clotho standing before me.
“What?” I groggily, mutter.
Clotho places her hands on her small hips and snickers, “You need to wake up. This is not how it’s meant to play out. Fate cannot be changed.”
I grimace at her reproachful tone as I unsteadily rise, “What are you talking about?”
Clotho rolls her eyes, “Wake up and take your place. Everly Archangel of Death. Rafael needs you.”
The memory of Rafael using his powers on me, flutters through my mind, replacing my confusion with anger.
“That asshole knocked me out,” I clutch my head and grimace as I try to clear my visions. But it’s a futile effort because everything remains blurry.
My fists tighten and my lips turn do
