Chapter 7

“What Gabriel means is that Uriel needs a fuck.”

“Such language, and from an angel no less,” Gabriel chided. “But I agree.”

“Mikhail isn’t how I’d always pictured an angel to be,” Andrew said with a chuckle.

“Oh?” One eyebrow rose and Mikhail stared at Andrew. “And why’s that?”

“Well, for one thing, you cuss like a sailor.”

Mikhail grinned. “One doesn’t spend thousands of years floating between Caeli and Earth and not pick up a few things.”

“I need to go,” Gabriel said. “Michael is awaiting my report.” He patted Mikhail’s shoulder. “Don’t get into too much trouble.”

“Yes, sir.” Mikhail gave Gabriel a mock salute, which only earned him a perturbed glare. Then Gabriel was gone.

“Okay, that was just…” Andrew blinked, still staring at where Gabriel had been. “How…?”

“Angel magic. Now, what’s up with you and Uriel?”