Vayne and Talan will live forever within these pages. Thank you for creating such beautiful angels and such riveting characters to add to the story! And for Michelle Flores – who fell so hard for Hadrian she couldn’t live without a story dedicated to him. HEAVEN In my memory, I step closer to where my brother stands. His name hovers at the edge of my tongue, but I remember myself, and steal a glance out of the corner of my eye. His form is the only one that stands beneath the silver willow swaying in an invisible breeze. It is forbidden to disrupt another Guardian’s Bliss while they are subdued, and I have stumbled upon him in such a state. My brother has been ordered to devote himself to reflection twice as often than myself or the others, and he is on a near constant surveillance. To be Watched is a weighted sentence, one that is not so easily cast off, and to my surprise, I don’t detect the presence of an Arch guard.
