Chapter 262-9

"Yes and you did that. You did that, Megan. You. But now it's your turn, after everything you've done, it's the least he can do." "Harper, you're not listening. Look at me. It's too late. You know it's too late." I tried to lift my hand again but I could barely lift it a couple of inches and it seemed so cruel that I couldn't, like one final kick in the teeth. He grasped it in his and raised it to his mouth, smoothing his lips over the delicate skin of my wrist, where the black veins seemed most prominent. "I don't believe that and you shouldn't either. We can still stop this." He looked beseechingly at Michael. "Please, I'm begging you, please just help her." The Archangel seemed so burdened with exhaustion then as he glanced away, avoiding Harper's demanding gaze and he exhaled a long whisper of breath through dry lips. His broad shoulders slumped slightly, his sun-kissed skin suddenly ravaged by too many lines and he looked thoughtfully at the dead that still waited the