Angel's POV
I stared up at this man who looked like an angel fallen from heaven - the kind the priest used to describe in his sermons, with features so perfect they seemed almost unreal. Dark hair that caught what little moonlight filtered through the trees. Silver eyes that held depths I couldn't fathom. A face carved by divine hands.
Or maybe he was Lucifer himself, considering how breathtaking he looked with that small, knowing smile playing at his lips.
The thought should have terrified me. Instead, it made something warm unfurl in my chest.
"Who are you?" I asked again, my voice coming out breathless and strange.
"I'm Uriel."
Uriel.
The name rolled through my mind like a bell. "Uriel? Like one of God's angels?"
The words tumbled out before I could stop them, reverent and awed. I felt like I might swoon, might actually collapse right there in the forest like one of those delicate maidens in stories.
