Everly
If someone would have told me weeks ago that I was an archangel with cool armor and a flaming sword, I’d have laughed in their faces. Let’s also not to mention how I’d react to learning I have a beautiful archangel mate. I’d definitely sign that person up to the nearest crazy house. But here I am, an Archangel and Horseman of Death, mated to one of the most powerful angels in existence. And I. Am. Killing. It.
No joke!
I feel no fear as I wait for Dr. Serrano to appear. The meeting place she chose is nearly a mile from the Teatre. She chose a clearing near the forest. I drove in to divert any suspicion of what I am. Rafael and his angel enforcerse opted to fly above the clouds to stay hidden from sight but close enough to capture Dr. Serrano’s soldiers once they mobilize.
