He doesn't say anything for a few more seconds but then gets to his feet and comes over to my side of the bed, his expression warm and assuring.
"The Archangel knew all along," he whispers, "so did the Seraph Council."
"Knew what?" I sigh, rubbing my hands together, confused. "I swear Dominic, if I didn't know you any better, I'd think you were enjoying this."
"On the contrary, I have no intention of teasing you," his brows go up, "I just wanted to tell you at the right time."
"Dominic..." I glare at him; swinging my legs over the side, "tell me what is going on, you're killing me."
He gets down on his knees in front of me and takes both of my hands, giving me a gentle smile. Tightening his grip, warm fingers rubbing my own, his eyes glow a beautiful combination of amber-red. I'm not sure what he's about to say but fresh needles are beginning to prick at my gut. Thankfully, the look on his face is calm, even proud somehow. Whatever it is, I think it must be something good.