“Apa!” Instead of letting me go and running to him, she tugged on my hand, whirling me around toward a group of three angels standing on the threshold of the atrium. I waited for the male ishim to open his arms so that his daughter could jump into them, but it wasn’t the ishim’s arms that opened. It was the archangel’s. A nerve twitched beside Asher’s left eye as he sank onto one knee. Like a windblown ribbon, Naya’s hand glided out of mine, and she dashed toward those open arms.
