9
FARRAH
Wyatt held the truck’s wheel with a death grip as he drove us away from the ranch.
After a few tense minutes, I twisted on the passenger seat so I could look at Ariella seated on the back.
“So, Ariella,” I started, careful. “It’s uncommon to find angels in the middle of nowhere, and alone. May I ask what happened to you?”
Ariella’s glanced out the window, to the impossibly white landscape as the sun rose somewhere behind a mountain. I thought she wouldn’t answer it and was about to apologize for asking when she returned her eyes to me, a sad glint on them.
“Long ago, I came down for a mission with my team,” she started, her voice low. “We hadn’t been on Earth for two days when demons found us. Higher level demons. They set up a trap and we fell on it like idiots.” She swallo
