"I didn't." I got up from the leather seat. "Micheal gave it to me."
"Like the archangel?"
"Yeah." I nodded my head and strode to the cockpit.
The lighting in the cockpit was dim. Different buttons were on the dashboard and each had a light it glinted. Okoye sat on the pilot's seat, his hands on the steering. The city lights were glimmering in the burgeoning darkness. From here, the people on the streets were like ants.
"How close are we?" I asked, holding the seat's head rest.
"Very." He rose his gaze to me and smirked. "You know you could've flown here with your wings?"
I exhaled and glanced back at the kids. "Yeah, but they don't have wings like I do."
"Guess you're right."
I was going to hunt vampires. Blood sucking monsters. They were the creatures I hated the most. Just think
