Chapter 691

• Mia wanted to say wait, hold on, stop before you give us away, but she wasn't doing any better. As the angels slowly hovered down closer, and more of their army came into focus, the sight of Yosepha's hanging, bloody face revealed itself. It was her, with her short curly hair, and blood dripping from her feet. The cross was made of gold, and the shiny things sticking out of her wrists and ankles had to be... silver nails.
• What was that around her neck? A small, brown pouch on a string?
• Heat lit through Mia's blood, boiled through it, and she clenched her fists as she stared up at the bleeding angel. Please be alive.