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

Haziel leaned down and kissed him, an earth shaker if Zeke had to describe it. His companion started with the simple press of lips to his. Zeke let it linger as it was for a few moments, trying to pretend they could exist like this, bodies flush together until eternity ended. Nothing beyond the flimsy walls of their tent to call their attention. No place they had to go.


Then Haziel shifted half a centimeter and sparks lit along Zeke’s body in an electric rush. Haziel started to devour him in short bursts with his hands everywhere, down and underneath his back until he had Zeke’s ass supported in his hands. Zeke let go of his face as Haziel straightened up. The angel stepped back, hands tugging free of his hips with a reluctant cling of fingertips. Zeke made a wordless squeak of protest but Haziel ducked out of sight for a moment and then he was back, the little tin of manna in his hands.


Chapter 46