Archangel's Enigma

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A day later, however, he had to watch her leave for that very court.

“Five hundred years,” she said, one hand on his chest, over the heart that beat for her. “Will you truly wait?”

“If I have to,” he said, taking her mouth in a ravenous kiss. “But I won’t. Watch for me. I’ll be coming to get you.” He fisted both hands in her hair. “Stay alive.” He knew the ugly rules of Charisemnon’s court, knew the horrors she’d face.

“I will,” she promised, but in her eyes, he saw the knowledge that it might not be enough.

Death had many forms. Not all were of the body.