Evan sat bolt upright in his bed, sweat beading on his forehead. The faint remnants of his dream lingered in his mind. A man with jet black hair and eyes as green as emeralds stood before him, casting a gaze on him that pierced through Evan’s flesh and straight into his cursed soul. It had been the same vision Evan had seen so many times before through the dance of flames. Evan looked around his room, wary of the empty darkness.
::Go to him.::
Evan’s breath stilled as Michael’s voice echoed in his mind.
::He is in danger. He will need you before the night is out, Kaliel.::
“Where?” Evan whispered. “How do I know where to find him?”
::A tavern. A light in the storm.::
Evan grimaced at the Archangel’s riddle. Leave it the Prince of Heaven to be a smartass. Then the answer hit Evan. He
