Celestial (Angels of Elysium, #2)

by Olivia Wildenstein

“I told you to forget it.” I puffed out an annoyed breath, damning my soul and skin for having lit up for him. “—when you smoldered me, did your shine turn off instantly?” “I don’t see how my smolder’s duration has anything to do with you not being able to get your wings out of my face.” “Celeste,” he growled. “What, Seraph?” “I’m winging you.”