Gabriel hauled him in closer, still furious and barely resisting the urge to shake him until his teeth rattled. How in the hell did he get his hands on something that powerful? It never failed, things always went to shit when the idiot brigade got their hands on the big magics.

"It's not 'just a spell' you lunkhead. It's a spell that made my goddamn wings manifest. My wings. Archangel wings. Not many of those still around, so someone is gonna take note. I've been in hiding from my family since I left home and you just painted a big neon bullseye right on my ass."

"No smiting huh? Guess that means I'll have to get creative. Again."