I sat perched on a thick mossy branch of an ancient oak tree just outside our estate letting my legs dangle in the cool morning air. Was I thinking about the three nights before? Absolutely.
The rustling of the leaves was the only sound keeping my unholy thoughts company as I leaned my head back against the rough bark. Life had been a whirlwind of blood battles and cosmic puzzles lately and this quiet moment felt like a rare luxury.
A soft golden glow illuminated the grass below before a pair of magnificent feathered wings folded gracefully. Ugh, Angels and their golden aura.
Seraphiel stepped closer to the base of the tree looking up at me with those pure serene eyes of his. He didn't say anything at first just matching my quiet rhythm before he floated up effortlessly to sit on the branch right next to me. I could tell he wanted to ask me something...
