Angel's POV
Uriel appeared from nowhere, his expression pleasant but firm.
My face immediately erupted in flames. Heat crawled up my neck, across my cheeks, all the way to my hairline. I couldn't look at him. Couldn't meet those silver eyes without remembering my humiliating proposition from last night.
"The Alpha needs you to do something," Uriel continued, addressing the priestess. "He asked me to escort Angel instead."
The priestess's eyes narrowed slightly. Something passed between them - a look I couldn't interpret. Tension. Challenge. Understanding?
Then she simply turned and walked away, leaving me alone with Uriel.
In broad daylight.
Where I couldn't hide behind darkness and shadows.
Self-consciousness crashed over me like a wave. Last night, the darkness had been merciful, softening my appearance, hiding the worst of the damage. But now, in the harsh morning light, there was nowhere to hide.
