Chapter 13 : Mistakes

Remmy's POV

"And you're sure what you're saying is accurate? Because if you're in any way mistaken—"

"I know what I heard, Sarathiel!" My eldest sister, still swaddled in the light of her Grace and tethered to the Host, frowned at my gruffness. As an Archangel, Sarathiel's wings were that of a bird of prey, specifically, that of the Eurasian eagle-owl, dressed in bold russet stripes like layers in sandstone. She kept them pressed close to her shoulders, disguising them as a fantastical shawl around her wide shoulders. Her dreadlocks swayed in the wintery breeze, and she tucked an errant lock behind a pierced ear.

"There's no need to shout, Ramiel." Her voice was the disapproving soprano of an elementary school teacher. "I am right here."

"I…yes, my apologies, sister." I colored, words feeling awkward in my mouth as my hands clutched the raggedy edge of my sweater. I'd yet to go back to get my coat and hoodie from Gehenna, and Mhir had taken pity on me and loaned me one of his