Chapter 6
When the second “day” of their forced stay started, Zeke was surprised to wake up with Haziel on his feet and checking his pack. Sleep still grit his eyes, and it had to be sleep because Zeke refused to think about how much dirt he was covered in or how much he probably stank, and his blanket had slipped off at some point in the “night” to wrap around his legs.
He sat up and tugged at the cloak tangled around his knees. The thing had him well cocooned, thighs to ankles, and Zeke started wiggling his legs so the mess might loosen up. Brain foggy, Zeke squinted up at the angel while he worked. “Why are you up?”
It was funny to see a being of Haziel’s rumored power startled into dropping his pack. The right wing stretched back until its opalescent bulk was perpendicular to Haziel
