Nora
She stomped through the goddess’ mansion, windows and doors opening and shutting, there was a wind following her as she made her way through the house.
She couldn’t come here until she stopped that stupid crying. She wasn’t supposed to do that. Not anymore.
But then he came after her, like he knew she was there.
And she ran. Like a scared little girl.
Stupid.
He was still just as beautiful as she remembered. He looked a little worn, but he really wore that leather jacket perfectly.
And he wore jeans. Oh, did he. He filled them out so perfectly, too.
That angel—the one she recognized with him—had to be Gabe. They looked so similar.
But she couldn’t sit there and risk either of them seeing her. She should have left the second they went inside. She co
