“Seraph, please look at where you’re going.” “I could fly with my eyes closed, Celeste.” The blood drained from my face. “If you so much as try to demonstrate this skill, I will pet your wings.” That diffused his pupils until his eyes were more black than blue. Murderous eyes. I focused on a thready cloud unspooling like spun sugar beyond the archangel’s bronze wingtips. “I should probably keep my threats for after we land.” A full minute of silence later, he said, “That was a threat?” My gaze snapped back to his inky one, disconcerted by his reaction. He couldn’t actually want me to touch his
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