"The Grigori War started because of me." Shannon hung her head. "All because I couldn't keep my damn curiosity on a leash. I had to keep asking questions about things that should have stayed buried. I set Samrafil free, and all Hell broke loose because of my damned actions."
"You'll make reparations in time," Remiel said gently. "And it was only natural for you to be curious about the forbidden. Samael unfairly kept you in the dark. You were deceived." They entered a forest of kapok trees, their trunks thick as elephants. Flower petals fell like snow, painting the water a multitude of colors as they floated on the currents. Shannon traced a palm front. She looked hurt. Remiel wished he could heal her soul, but some hurts were too deep for even an angel.
