Malika froze at his words as she found them hard to condescend to, she could feel a pricking sense of truth in it, but still, now that she was hearing it coming from Zamiel, it left her in utter perplexity.
The fact that her ancestral bloodline was connected to the Archangel Michael, naturally making her an angel, left her in incomprehensible bewilderment, it was beyond shocking.
"That...man was angel Michael? And he's my grandfather?" She queried with a slightly curled lip as she ran her fingers through her golden strands, startled by the revelation.
"Your abilities have been concealed because of that pendant, an heirloom created by Michael himself." Zamiel explained as his fingers brushed her necklace with a slight touch, but his cold knuckles grazed her skin with a trace that could barely be considered as a touch, still, it made her breath shudder at the contact.
