“How’s your healing?”
Liberty looked at the angel in front of him through the dim lights of the pub. Unlike their last encounter, Matthew was looking a lot better now. Fine, maybe not a lot better, considering that he still got a faint bruising under his left eye. His arms were still stiff. But at least, his face was no longer pale.
Liberty decided that those had said enough.
“Fine. Though, I would be lying if I told you I didn’t want to speed up the process and I didn’t want my wings back”, Matthew scoffed before chugging down a glass of beer.
Right. After the incident in hell, Matthew’s wings were the ones that took the most blow. It hurt Liberty to recall the look in Matthew’s face when one of the healing demons told him that they needed to cut their wings in the void to save hi
