Page 12 of Destined for Eternity
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“You’ve got twenty-four hours to decide,” Jeriel said, straightening from the wall. “I trust you’ll make the most of it.” A moment later, he flashed away, leaving them alone in the kitchen.
Cori’s throat tightened. “What are we going to do?”
“I don’t know.” Bartol shook his head. “But I’m going to talk to a few friends.”
“Maybe we could fight the angels,” she suggested.
“If it was only Jeriel and his minions, perhaps. But I suspect he could bring an army if necessary to take our child away, and we don’t have enough allies to win that battle.”
Tears spilled down her cheeks. “This isn’t fair.”
“I know.” He pulled her close with no hesitation this time. “But we’ll figure out something.”
