“Scared the ishim will see you manhandling a fellow angel?” I spat, fighting his vise-like grip. “No.” He lowered his mouth to my ear and released a heated whisper. “I’m scared they’ll hear me confess something that could destroy her . . . and me.” “Her?” I tried to pull away but had zero leverage what with my hands tied behind my back and a huge body bent over me. He breathed, just breathed, each pulse of air harsher and hotter than the last. “I saved her soul.”
