There were burns all across Michael's thighs, lower torso, and legs. Some looked inconsequential, some looked more serious, and others looked as though they'd been created by hellfire.
“I—I don't know how to help him,” said Gabriel, who seemed to be fighting nausea. “Dear God…”
“Shut up, Gabriel,” commanded Jonah. He knew what to do, and the first thing was to admit the fact that he didn't have a clue, either. “I'm going to go into Spectral Sight.”
He closed his eyes to take the deep breath and will the curtain open when he overheard Gabriel still speaking to himself.
“Dear God…Aloisa…”
The name popped Jonah's eyes open. “Aloisa? What's she got to do with anything?”
Gabriel's eyes didn't leave Michael's form. “This is her fiancée, Jonah,” he murmured.
Jonah's body went cold. Then he
