The violet glow from my Necklace of Dark Desires was still pulsing rhythmically against my skin, a sweet, lingering reminder of Astaroth's "possessive" workout from last night. I was just about to take a long, satisfying sip of my "Post-Chaos Martini" when the sky didn't just open—it practically cracked with the sound of a thousand golden trumpets.
"Ay... who invited the choir?" I muttered, squinting my eyes.
Suddenly, a blinding, golden light descended right into the middle of the courtyard, clearing the mists of Portagry as if someone had sprayed the air with a massive can of "Holy Lemon Scented" Febreze.
And there he was,Gabriel.
Gabriel made his landing with a look on his face that was somewhere between a customer service manager and a victim of a very long flight delay. But the outfit? Girls, I almost choked on my olive.
