Snippet #2816076

@St.Valentine

With silver wings folded readily against the plated platinum of his armor, Gabriel hovered above the two quietly, studying the apprehension in the young boy’s features.

Fate was resting on God’s favorite and her star crossed lover, this much he knew; but were they ready to shoulder the responsibility that would befall them once that crypt opened?

“Assaciel,” he murmured sternly in a language and decibel that only the other angel would understand. “Remind the boy of the key. Remind the boy of Isabella.”