A Cloak Of LiesChapter 7
"I won't let you die," the angel said. Brick grunted as she applied more pressure. He thought he could stand any pain as long as he could look into her eyes. They were the greenest he'd ever seen. A tumble of red-gold curls brushed his face as she worked to stem the flow of blood. The hair felt like warm silk against his skin. Never had he seen anyone like her. "I'm sorry if this hurts," she said in a voice as wispy as a summer breeze. "I been hurt worse," he said. "We need to...