She flew above the clouds. The two-hour journey from Boston to Mr. Patterson’s bookstore was nearing its end, and she hoped to get there before Metatron’s cronies. She didn’t want to imagine what they’d do to the old man. She banked slowly and tucked in her wings a little as she began her descent. What would she do if she came face to face with Metatron? The thought that his ugly face would be twisted in fury made Kara smile. She’d enjoyed seeing him squirm. The lights of the city gleamed like stars, and her chest tightened as her thoughts moved to David. She remembered the last night they’d been on a date together. The night lights had lit up his eyes, and she remembered how desperately handsome he was and how she wanted to kiss him. Would she ever get to have a normal life again with David? Would the end of the world come too soon? Hopefully Metatron wouldn’t take his revenge out on David. But Metatron was such a loose cannon of an archangel, who knew what would happen to David.
