She couldn’t quite tell where the ceiling ended and the wall began, but she knew that it must meet somehow, because a slight pressure on her left arm told her she was lying against the wall. The room came in and out of focus as her foggy mind tried to cling onto consciousness and keep her in the here-and-now. She could hear a sliding door open somewhere to her right, but was surprised to see a figure standing over her a moment later without ever having heard footsteps. Using all of her willpower to get her eyes to stop rolling wildly around in her head, she focused on the figure above her. Her Angel. Though Brynn was the only one who described them as Angels, she was beginning to think the description would need to be altered. This woman, whom she’d met so many times before, was looking down at her in a manner that was anything but angelic. She could see a storm raging in her violet eyes, though her face remained calm and controlled.
