Mace spoke first. “What’s going —” A wide hand slashed the air, stopping firm at shoulder height. “Quiet,” Will said. “Heaven whispers.” All movement ceased as Nikki drew a sudden intake of air; even Raven had become focused on Will like a curious child. The moment stretched. She wondered how long she could hold her breath before passing out. Tracers of light shot past her vision. Mace placed a hand on her arm. “You can breathe,” he whispered, a tiny smile tugging at his mouth. “I thought we covered this outside.” She exhaled, blood rushing to her brain. “What’s happening?” she hissed just loud enough for Mace’s ears. He leaned closer, their arms dusting one another. That was nice — her arm felt lonely since leaving the porch swing. Mace whispered, “Will’s receiving a message from …” His words trailed off when the giant angel turned to face them. “You must go quickly, Mace.” Will’s finger pointed to them as if it were a knife pinning them to the wall.
