All eyes at the table turned toward Gabriel.
The calm and calculated Archangel now wore an expression none of them had ever seen on him before. His face was shocked and then turned into tightening into grim realization. Although at this point that expression is constantly at his expression.
The silence was deafening and heavy with understanding. They didn't need to ask who it was.
There was only one being reckless or bold enough to launch a direct assault on Archangel Gabriel's sanctum.
It was definitely the mortal himself, the anomaly.
Gabriel rose almost looked like a jump from his seat, the polished stone beneath his chair cracking slightly under the sudden shift of his weight.
The air around him shimmered, heat rippling off his skin like an invisible blaze. His serene aura had vanished and replaced by a barely contained fury that ignited the very space around him.
