Ezekiel knew he should’ve paid better attention to his mom. If he had, finding himself in the unfathomable Abaddon might have been a little easier to deal with. Zeke might have understood what he was about to face.<br><br>Instead he’s faced with the angel Haziel at the end of a sword, stuck in an existence he doesn’t know how to navigate, heading toward a war humanity had no knowledge of.<br><br>Haziel promises to see him safely through the battlefield. Along the way Zeke finds purpose and courage, grace and depravity. At his journey’s end, will Zeke want to leave his angel behind when the time comes?

Dandelion

Less than a quarter distance left to go and Haziel stumbled. Zeke snagged his right arm and pulled with all his might. The angel was an unbelievable weight, but he got his feet under him. Zeke kept a hold on Haziel as they kept going.


The tents swallowed them up in a rush. Zeke slid to a stop, but Haziel had a harder time and they swung together in a little circle as the angel lost momentum. They finally stood clutching each other’s forearms and panting. Muscles burned in Zeke’s legs and sides. He hadn’t run like that since high school and he felt that lack.


“Fuck me,” Zeke breathed around the burn in his lungs.


Haziel reared back and let go of a breathless giggle. Sweat had matted his bronze curls to his forehead and his healthy wing quivered. It was stress release, Zeke figured.


Chapter 20