Angel's POV
I sat alone under the tree, my back pressed against the rough bark, tears still streaming down my face in an endless river.
Pathetic.
That's what I was. Pathetic and weak and stupid for ever thinking someone like Uriel could actually…
Voices.
Raised voices coming from the direction of camp, cutting through the evening air with an urgency that made my tears pause.
At first, I tried to ignore them. Tried to keep wallowing in my misery like I deserved.
But the voices grew louder. More insistent. And beneath them, I could hear something that sounded like... pleading?
Against my better judgment, curiosity won over hurt.
I wiped my face with the sleeve of Uriel's coat - his coat that I should take off, should throw away, should stop wearing because it smells like him and makes everything hurt worse - and slowly made my way back toward camp.
The scene that greeted me made me stop in my tracks.
