Mercy laughed. “You have to excuse them—boys suffer from an incurable disability.” “What?” “Testosterone.

Be gentle with him, Mercy. He's got a heart as big as Texas— he'll die for you without blinking. But he doesn't expect anyone to do the same for him.

You do realize this makes your wings even more unique." "Are you saying you shot me as a cosmetic procedure?

You don't fear me," he said now. She wasn't stupid enough to lie. "I'm petrified. But I figure you didn't make me come all this way just so you could push me off the roof.

You chose a warrior, remember?” “As you chose an archangel.

Where did you learn your charm—the gulag?

Your name is written on my heart, Lily