“So, let’s start at the beginning,” Rosa says. “How much do you know?”
“Nothing, basically,” I murmur. “Gabby wouldn’t tell me anything. The only thing that I remember from before she and Michael rescued me was that I lived with a bunch of people who always wore dark red robes. It was somewhere cold and snowy.”
“And my true identity, as the Archangel Barachiel… and Gab's true identity for that matter - how did you come to find all of that out?” She asks.
“That’s a really long story,” I say. “But basically, I worked it out on my own, with a bit of digging. Gabby’s tried to hide the truth from me all this time.”
“With good reason, Lucy,” Rosa says, her voice soft and gentle. “She’s trying to protect you.”
“That's all everyone ever does, is try to protect me,” I complain, feeling some
