“The same thing I did with him.” I could feel the color drain from my face. I never thought I’d see this person again. His eyes and skin burned cobalt blue, his hair falling well past his shoulders, a few thin pieces curling around his face. He had changed, but I would remember that broad nose, bronzed skin, and power anywhere. He was one of the oldest, most powerful celestials in existence, and we’d all thought him long dead. “Azrael.” My body broke out in a cold sweat. “You’re still alive.”
