Losing his courage, he said, “Just a fr—” Judas’s words stopped. “Hell, I can’t lie to you. In Hell, Divinian is an archangel. He was my escort back here. Satan ambushed us both, and we were almost killed. Divinian lost his wings, and by the time we got back to Earth, we were five years short of our goal.” He looked at her, at her disbelieving eyes, and prayed. Oh, how he prayed that she would believe him.
She only stared at him with those hurt, disappointed, stormy blue eyes before she turned from him. “I have to change,” she said. “You’ll have to leave.”
“Sugar…”
The door closed. Standing there he bowed his head, his face in his hands, and as his tears fell between his fingers, his shoulders shook.