“Not yet. We have plans for you,” he says, then gives me a chilling smirk.
“She’s waking up.Frida, dear, can you hear me?” a soft, woman’s voice says. Someone reaches out to touch me and a warmth heats my soul, helping with the pain. I sigh. My eyelids feel heavy as I try to open them.
Bright light assaults me and I whimper, immediately closing them again.
“Lucius, can you?” the voice says again. I hear some shuffling around. “Okay, dear, try again.”
I slowly crack my eyes open and sigh. Faith is standing in front of the large window with her wings spread, stopping the light. She stays there until I nod, letting her know that I am okay now.
“What happened? How am I here?” I croak, then wince. I glance around, but the only people in here are the kind healer, Faith, with light blue hair, and Lucius. My heart aches and Sera whines.
“Where’s Evander?” I think I remember him saving me, but everything is fuzzy right now.
Lucius lowers his head, and crosses his arms. “Probably being held in the cell made for Rathor, until they decide if they are going to erase him from existence.”
Placing my hands on the bed, I push myself up against the pillows. “What the fuck are you talking about?” I growl and he closes his eyes and sighs.
“He killed an Archangel, Frida. You know what that means.”
I shake my head and toss the blanket off of me. My ribs ache, but it’s not too bad. In a few days I should be fine. Perks of our super fast healing abilities.
“No, no, Frida, your wounds have finally started to heal. Please lie back down. You, out!” she shouts, pointing at Lucius. Scoffing, he is shooed from the room, and the light assaults me again.
I let Faith fuss over me for a little longer, until I started to become stir crazy. My mind won’t stop racing. Evander killed someone? Who?
When I’ve had my limit, and I am about to plan my escape from the medical wing, the doors open. Peter and Haniel enter, giving me matching mischievous grins. “Look who the demons dragged in,” I joke and they move over to me.
Achilles walks in next, holding a tray of fruit and cheese. My stomach growls and I wave him over. One thing about the medical wing is we can’t manifest anything here.
He places the tray next to me and plops down on the bed beside me. He looks me over, and nods. “Good to have you back,” he says and I laugh.
“Yeah, I never thought I’d miss your ugly face,” I snark, then give him a serious look. “Is it true? Did Evander really kill an Archangel?”
Sighing, he grabs some of my snack and I smack his hand away with a growl. “Fucking tell me!”
“Uriel. He killed him in Purgatory, but no one knows anything.”
Peter stops talking with Haniel and looks over at us. “You missed an epic fight. We were sentry that night and it was something to go into the books. Uriel said some really nasty shit about you ‘lowly wolves’, and attacked Evander. Asshole deserved what he got.”
“Wait, you were there? Uriel attacked him? You have to go tell someone!” I shout and Haniel freezes. “Now!” I bark and he grumbles under his breath, then turns as a brilliant light with a thunderous crack is heard, and Michael appears in front of him.
He looks my way and nods. “How are you?” he inquires and I shrug.
“I’ll live. How’s Evander? You know he’s innocent right?”
Michael turns his gaze to Peter, giving him a once over and in a cold, stern tone says, “That’s what I’m here to find out.”
Haniel drops his gaze to the floor, submitting to Michael’s overwhelming presence and says with fear shaking his voice, “Peter and I saw everything. Uriel attacked Evander. Evander gave him multiple chances to stand down, but Uriel refused.”
Michael sighs, steps forward, and places his hands firmly on both of Peter’s and Haniel's heads. “Show me,”he orders and I watch as his wings unfurl and a brilliant blue glow appears and their eyes glaze over.
A few moments later the light fades as he releases them and they collapse onto the ground.
Faith rushes over and Michael says, “They’ll live.” Then he turns toward me. “I need to make this right.” And with a thunderous crack he disappears.
Faith moves the unconscious angels to their own beds, while cursing Michael, and I lean back against the pillows again, sighing.
I’m exhausted and I know I need to rest, Sera is already snoozing, but I couldn’t until I knew that Evander is safe.
