Chapter 151

I was hungry. My stomach grumbled irritably and my veins moaned in ravenous anticipation. I felt strangely at odds with the sensation, particularly after my visits to Purgatory, but I knew I couldn't put it off any longer, especially not if I wanted to remain standing instead of on the floor collapsed in a heap racked with starvation. It seemed even angels could not exist on the beauty of angelic powers alone. I'd arranged to meet Harper outside just after sundown and had left Lucius curled up in the corner, a book safely nestled in his lap and he'd nodded and smiled when I told him I wouldn't be long, before his attention quickly turned back to the book, caught up in whatever fantasy land he had plunged himself into this time. Walking through the rooms underneath Fenton's garage where the sick, injured and battle-weary had spent the last few days and night recharging, I felt the air was alive with an undercurrent of tension that seemed to spark and crackle all around. The preparations