It had been a week in human time since she saw the culprit, the one who was conspiring to overthrow her father. A week of her in the human world. A week laying beside Adam underneath the warmth of the sun and the glow of the moon.
"Adam," she said softly with her head on his chest, "Would He not be angry that you've been here with me?"
"He allows it," the angel said wrapping his arms around her.
Pushing herself off him, she looked and placed both hands on his cheeks and held him.
'He must have been involved!' Her father's voice echoed in her mind and she found herself thinning her lips.
Her father… he couldn't be right.
"What is the matter?" Adam questioned pulling her head down to place his lips against her forehead, "What are you thinking?"
