Page 29 of Fated Angel

The ultimate force for good. You’d reshape fate itself.

The Spear of Destiny appears in her hand, the obsidian now forged as part of it, a symbol of world-altering power. Her breathing increases, her pulse surges.

She’s not stupid enough to think the obsidian isn’t showing her this for a reason. That it’s trying to use her dream of peace against her.

But if Gabby can control the obsidian…

If her angelic goodness is stronger than its evil…

Suddenly, Colt sits up abruptly, snapping his gaze to her. Gabby freezes. Did he sense her dream? Can he feel the obsidian?

Her wide eyes meet his, filled with concern and trepidation, but he looks relieved. With a swift movement, he leaps out of bed and rushes out.

“Colt?” Gabby asks, now even more worried.

He doesn’t trust you.

He doesn’t believe you’re strong enough.

Gabby stops just a few feet from the bed, the words slicing through her. Colt doubts her? As the question rises, so does the knowledge that having him by her side is the one truth she’s depended on.

She’s stronger because of Colt.

Because of their love.

Colt strides back into the room, striking an impressive sight in nothing but sweatpants. It’s as if the universe is trying to slap her in the face with Colt’s physical strength, which is just as impressive as his beautiful soul.

He holds something out. “This was slipped under the door,” he says grimly.

It’s a piece of parchment, folded once. Gabby’s gaze falls on it, then the door beyond Colt. Someone was here.

“They’re already gone,” Colt says, sounding frustrated. “I heard something, but by the time I got to the door, this was here. It’s likely there wasn’t even a messenger, just this.”

As Gabby reaches out to touch it, the parchment seems to come alive. Words appear on its surface as if inked by an unseen hand.

It’s time to negotiate.

An address is scrawled beneath it. Along with a time.

One glance at the clock reveals the proposed meeting is in an hour.

Gabby’s gaze lifts to Colt, registering the same resolute hardness settling across his face. The reunions are going to have to wait. The Spear of Destiny is tucked deep in Veritas, the obsidian with it, safe for now.

Right now, they need to find out who sent this and why.

Gabby instantly recognizes the old building where her first battle was fought. Although there’s not much left of it, memories assault her. This is where she first discovered what she’s capable of as an angel.

It’s the place she first wielded celestial fire.

It’s the place they first defeated the Grigori.

It’s the place she first kissed Colt.

Everything started here. Somehow, they have to end it.

Colt is a vibrating mass of tension. His eyes dart around the twisted beams and blackened metal. Shards of glass catch the morning light, sparkling like diamonds in a sea of char and ash, but breaking far more easily as he stalks forward.

Neither of them has any idea who sent the message. Anyone who’s an ally doesn’t have a need for secrecy.

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