Heaven had been abuzz with events in the past few days, and every soul was on the hunt for the black angel. Meanwhile, Michael and Samuel hadn't spoken in two weeks.
"What do you want, Esme?" Michael asked as the middle-aged blonde entered the room. "Is there any news about Luka?" It was clear to anyone that Michael's feelings toward his nephew were stronger than those of his own brother.
"It's about William," Esme whispered. "Can we talk in a more..." She glanced around and checked their surroundings before continuing. "Private place?"
"Sure." Michael agreed, and they made their way to the Garden of Youth.
"William has left the mansion!" Esme blurted out as soon as they ensured they were alone. "It's been a week and a half, and I haven't been able to reach him. His room was empty."
