She’d nailed that.
It was the truth.
“I’ve been one for seven years,” he said. “I signed the papers to become one on January twenty-eighth, seven and a half years ago.”
Finn finally got it.
“Oh, and Archangels are always Marines?” he asked.
Michael nodded, and explained.
“For the most part, yes. We’re the hand of God. God being the government, and we make the choices that save or lose lives. We each have a name after one of the Archangels.”
Finn blinked.
“And you’re Michael because?” he asked, wondering if the man knew the significance of his name.
Gabby knew.
“He’s the most dangerous of them. When he worked for the government, he was the top angel because of his abilities.”
Michael tipped his head in acknowledgement.
“That’s me. The patron saint of bad choices and worse outcomes,” he said. “Thus, why my life is one giant shitshow for public scrutiny.”
Gabby patted his hand.
Someone was shaken up.
It was rare that an Archangel was rattled, but he absolutely was. Elizabeth was right to be concerned.
“Michael.”
He shrugged.
“It’s okay, Gabs. I’m okay. I feel better knowing that Elizabeth didn’t create this whole thing. It just sucks that the universe hates me enough that it’ll dump me in Graham’s path again. He can fuck off.”
Finn leaned in.
“Lad, watch your tone. That’s my best friend. He’s a victim in this too.”
Michael leaned in.
“Your best friend got what he deserved. He broke me, and I’m not going to feel sorry for him. Anything he got is what the universe intended. That’s the hand of God speaking.”
This could escalate.
There were a few people that Finn was super protective of. At the top of the list was her, then his seven sisters, his parents, and Graham.
To deescalate this, Gabby put her hand on Finn’s leg.
And Finn wasn’t having it. He knew if the roles were reversed, Graham would kick asses and take names to protect him.
That was their code.
As family.
“And you’re innocent in all of this? I hear that you didn’t even explain to him why you had to leave. I guess it’s easy to point the blame when that a job mattered more, huh, Lad?”
