Gabri’el had to hold Pasha back. He wrapped his arms around the feisty, impulsive angel and dropped his cheek to Pasha’s hair.
“Easy,” Gabri’el murmured. “If we want answers we have to tread carefully.”
“Well said,” the boy said, clapping again.
“Don’t get complacent, boy,” Gabriel snarled. “I want answers and if I don’t get them, I’ll be the one going for your throat and this time I won’t stop until I choke the life out of you.”
“Good luck with that,” the boy said, with a musical laugh. “Yo