Ryan caught Catra's client before he could collapse and hurt himself on the hard stone flooring of the passageway.
He couldn't deny that his breath had hitched in his throat at his first sight of the man.
The Angel.
Catra's client was tall, almost taller than Ryan. His hair was stark silvery white, and thick, curly, and closely coiled. His skin was deep brown and covered in tattoos, and most astonishing of all were the delicate, white, wiry wings that grew from his back.
He was beautiful.
But he was in pain or distress because as Catra was about to open the portal, the Angel toppled over. Ryan deftly caught him by his waist, before hooking an arm underneath his knees, and hefting him into his arms.
Catra, turned to look at him worriedly for a moment, examining Daniel before
