Seraphina:
My fingers are dancing across the strings of my father’s lyre. I’m getting lost in the music when I hear the thunder of footsteps and flapping wings scrambling past my arched doorway.
Gabriel must have called a meeting of the council. I heave a sigh, then gently place the lyre on the altar at the center of the room and brush off my robes. Here we go again.
Other angels are whipping past me as I walk lowly to Gabriel’s chamber. By the time I arrive, all of the other angels are huddled close to our leader awaiting his announcement.
I hang in the back of the room. I’ve always felt like an outsider here. They purified me of the demon blood when I “ascended,” they say, but I’ll never feel like I belong. I’m just here to protect my daughter.
“Brothers and sisters,” Gabriel’s m
