ANGEL:
I knew my mom was saying something the moment service ended, but I wasn't listening. I was too lost in my head.
Father Saint—Ravenheed's new pastor—was outside, talking to other church members, all smiles and handshakes. And damn... he was handsome.
Seriously, how does someone who looks like *that* end up committing their life to God?
His jet-black hair was pulled into a bun, his olive skin catching the glow of the afternoon sun. But it was his eyes that wrecked me—green. Sharp, vivid, hypnotic emerald green.
And they looked right at me.
"s**t," I muttered, quickly glancing away.
"Young lady, are you even listening to me?" my mom's sharp voice cut through my thoughts. "What in God's name possessed you in there?"
"Maybe we should take this home," my dad said quietly, clearly
