Chapter 223-3

"I don't even know what I'm looking for," I confessed, feeling suddenly quite stumped and quite lost at the thought of it. "What kind of place would be an archangel's living Hell? This place could be endless, how are we meant to find Michael when I don't even know where to start?" Grabbing the back of my neck, Garrick pulled me closer. I leaned into him, inhaling his scent, taking a second to bathe in the familiarity of his embrace, needing it so badly, needing him. Not in the way I needed Harper, of course, but needing him all the same, because Garrick always gave me something tangible to hold onto, always kept me on track when I needed it most and by God, did I need it now. "You'll know," he whispered gently. "You'll know it's him because he is you. You'll know it's him because although your memory fails you now, your heart will not. Follow your instincts. Be what he made you to be. If you stay true to that, then you will find him, I have no doubt about that." I shook my