When Samael said 'home,' he meant his place. He took me back to the stupid blue room by the courtyard and set to healing me. I was too drained to protest. I just wanted to sleep.
The night dragged into day, and Samael kept a vigil by my bed. My dreams were fevered and mad. I stirred the following afternoon.
"Sam?"
There were dark shadows under his eyes. "You're awake." He held my hand.
I nodded, body sore. "Great. I started the Apocalypse," I said, voice hollow. "I can't even drink at bars yet, and I caused the end of the world. What the flipping frappuccino happens now?"
Samael bowed his head. "The Watchers are searching for the last seals. Heaven's pursuing Raziel. Michael's pulling out all the stops in order to prevent the Apocalypse. The otherworlds are panicking, but all I can do is worry about you. I don't have time to deal with this."
I pulled the covers over my bandaged chest. "I was a ticking time bomb, and you never told me."
