Death removes the blade from her face and they look up at the ceiling, the broken wood and dust blocking their eyes from seeing the cause.
Amber coughed and narrowed her eyes at the broken equipment on the floor.
"Let the girl go, Death." She heard an angry snarl through the dust, and then once the dust calmed, there was a glorious light, radiating this light was a handsome man with deep contorted abs, his clothes looking to be torn off from all the bruises on his chest. He wore short khaki pants, and his brown wavy hair was tousled and dripping with sweat.
Standing before her in a stance of battle with sword in his hand, Amber couldn't help but gape at the man. Her mouth was almost touching the floor, she had to be dreaming as the man had the big, long fluffy wings of an angel.
Sure she believed in angels but to see one in her actual house was mind-blowing, she felt as if she was about to faint! And he was gorgeous!
