Chapter 14: AftermathWilliam caught me as I stumbled into the street, holding me against his chest as the shuddering death throes of wood and stone reached a crescendo and the cottage fell on itself like a house of cards. A thick cloud of dust rose around us and I held my hand across my mouth and nose to stop from inhaling the thick white dust.
“Archangelo?” William questioned.
“In there,” I stared at the ruins of the cottage. “Do you think…?”
“I don't know,” William admitted. “You hit him with energy?”
I nodded, staring at the mass of debris, the remnants of someone's home. I wondered if the young woman whom Archangelo had been holding had lived in this cottage, or if he'd grabbed her and brought her here. I was feeling vague and disorientated, realized I was in shock.
“Wait here,” W
