She was breathing and had no visible wounds, but she wasn’t moving. Her body had automatically shifted back to human and now she wouldn’t wake up. “Raphael says we should let her sleep and wake up on her own. She just needs rest,” Haniel said, slipping Jeremiel’s cell phone back into his pocket. It was random chance that my phone was in his shorts pocket and escaped the fire, Jeremiel thought, suppressing a shiver. Haniel rarely used the phone. He didn’t like to talk with the angels back home. How his mobile had ended up in Haniel’s pants was a mystery to them both, but he wasn’t going to complain. They needed all the luck they could get. Charmeine’s house was gone. They had only the clothes on their bodies. “How does Raphael know that?” he asked Haniel, peeved. “He’s all the way up north at Castle Archangel.” “He said that anytime an angel’s gift manifests, it takes a lot of energy. Sometimes too much. Sleep is the best thing for her.” Haniel dropped to his knees beside Jeremiel and leaned against him.
