Humiliated and angry, he clenched his jaw and glared at the archangel. Looking up from his chair, Michael raised a brow. “What’s the matter, Nathaniel? Don’t tell me you’re surprised?” Nathaniel balled his hands into fists. “No, I’m not surprised. I’m fucking angry. Why was I brought back before my time was up? You said I had until four o’clock this afternoon. You broke your word, and now Eloise is suffering.” “You’re accusing me of breaking my word?” “Well, you did.” “Nathaniel, when I left you, I warned you not to do anything stupid, didn’t I?” “But I didn’t.” Michael sighed. “No, but you were about to, so we stopped you just in time. We couldn’t afford to let you risk Eloise’s soul for a few moments of physical pleasure.” “I’d already pulled away from her when your messengers turned up.
