Chapter 19

“You shouldn’t be able to do that yet!” Zeke stepped aside and peered under the shadow of feathers. The bottom half looked much the same as the top half. Stumped, Zeke rubbed at his forehead. A headache brewed like a thunderstorm on the horizon. “How?”

Haziel gave him a smirk dripping in smugness. “I am well enough to travel.”

If this angel were a patient in his hospital, the state of his wound meant he was more than able to be discharged with some limb support. But how? Zeke took a deep breath and let it out, the creamy feathers closest to his face moving in response. Magic. It had to be magic. What good was having all that power if angels weren’t built for speed healing too?

“Fine,” Zeke ground out, the wrongness of letting Haziel back into danger grating deep in his bones. “But you should leave the sling on, for support.”