Michael, on the other hand, was f*****g terrifying.
“Well, seraphim,” he asked. “What do you have to say for yourself? I send you to take this man's soul, and instead I find you here, rutting in his bed like a common animal.”
Nate's vision hazed with fury, but he was voiceless. He clenched his fists at his sides and took a step forward, but was stopped by a quick glance. “Don't even try it, boy. I don't want to kill you.”
“What difference does it make?” Doriel's voice was leaden with despair. “If I don't kill him, someone has to. It might as well be you. At least I know you won't botch the job.”
The archangel raised a brow. His face was darkly amused. “Kill him? Whoever said anything about killing him?”
“You did,” Doriel snapped, goaded past her patience. “You said it yourself. Go to
