An angel had performed an allyanse on Severn—he’d shared his soul. Not only was it rare, but it shouldn’t have been possible. And not just any angel. The angel destiny demanded Severn kill. He had to kill him. He’d sacrificed everything to kill Mikhail. There was no other way. And now Severn was… bound to him? Life to life, soul to soul. A bond usually reserved for angels coupling for life. Oh, the irony.
