They headed to his apartment. They had very little time to be alone before everything came down. Juliet drove in silence and he let her have her space for now. They were going up against an Archangel. There was a good chance not all of them would come out of this alive. If things didn’t go as planned, Juliet and Owen would be forced to run again. He needed to say his peace and Juliet needed to hear it. She parked the car and flew out of the door as if she needed to be somewhere in a hurry. Her strides were long, but he kept up with her easily. They entered the courtyard and walked past the fountain. The cherub perched on top, resembling the human’s version of Cupid, stared at them with mocking humor. Lucca slipped his key into the lock and opened the door. He glanced at Juliet as she swept past him. She was tense like a finely wound top, ready to spin out of control at the slightest touch, but he still had the advantage, she agreed to come here with him. She whirled on him then, her gaze sliding over him in contempt.
