“I’d preselect sinners. Sign you up to them without you having to drop by the guild. Save you as much time as possible.” “It’ll be a full-time job, Seraph. Don’t you have to rule Elysium?” He didn’t smile. No, he was frighteningly serious. “Until your wings are complete, I will be at your side.” “Planning on holding my hand, are you?” His torso and arms grew rigid. “I, uh . . . I—” I rolled my eyes at his discomfort. “Relax. I was kidding.”
