Sacred Cups (Seven Archangels Book 2) Page 32
by Jane Lebak
The soldiers watched the Cherubim at work, each in a defensible position on opposite sides of the room, and each on high alert. The one closer to Zadkiel appeared to be an Archangel; she couldn’t decide about the other. In a pinch, she could take one down. And if the Cherubim got close to finishing their weapon, she would have to.
But for now, Zadkiel prayed. Prayed and centered her heart around the memory of a cup whose liquid she still could taste.
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