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

“Yes,” but Haziel’s answer was as tenuous as the smile he wore.


“I absolve you of your promise to me.” There. That would take the wind out of Haziel’s sails. Or wings. Whichever.


Haziel gaped like a fish for a full minute, mouth opening and closing at random intervals. The flush of the win rushed through Zeke, smile brightening and the pride puffing up his cheeks. He loved it when he could get one over on somebody.


“Impossible,” Haziel stuttered out.


“There’s no way you can get me into Zion right now. It doesn’t hurt to wait.” The way Haziel stepped back and mantled in dismay told Zeke he’d said the wrong thing. What the hell was he missing here? He tried to reach for the angel’s hand, tried to draw him back in, but Haziel was not having it.


“I will not wait on your safety,” Haziel said. “It pains me as it is that you have faced this war. You should not be in such danger and I will do what I must see you safe, protected. Earth is the best place. Not Abaddon.”


Chapter 43