Blessing put her hand to her mouth, aghast. The air in the room was sharp now, tense. Alex took a deep, furious breath, but Ube shook his head slightly at her and swiveled his chair around, bringing himself up to the angel. Vengeance towered above him, inhuman and terrifying, but Ube’s face was calm. When he spoke, his voice rolled through the space like the night sky was pulled out of his mouth, strong and certain. “I am not broken,” he said. “I am already whole.”
