HEAVEN WAS A LONELY place. Trapped in Michael’s training camp, Charouth had no contact with anyone, not Graph, Mata, or the others. She doubted they even knew she was back. Upon returning to Heaven, Douth escorted her directly to Michael’s territory where she’d been stuck ever since. The archangel’s other minions looked at her with pity, as though she was already lost. Maybe she was. Killing humans was wrong, but nipping the whole Jack situation in the bud had done Heaven a favor. Angels controlled by humans? She’d prevented a disaster waiting to happen. Did anyone thank her? No. She just got shipped off to serve as Michael’s grunt. His little speech about choice meant nothing. There was no choice. Fall in line with him or leave everything behind. Please him and maybe return to her rightfu
