Amelia’s POV
My eyes had to be playing tricks on me, there’s no way that Castriel is really here when I’ve just asked about him from the men at the door and they said they haven’t heard from him.
“Castriel?” I called again in a low tone, tears trickling down my eyes and cold chills running down my spine as I looked at him with no idea what to do.
“Are you really here?” I asked like I was expecting him to be a product of my imagination but he wasn’t just a product of my imagination.
He wasn’t a mirage, he was here, in my room and right in front of me.
The sound of gunshots had stopped too and Castriel was standing in front of me. He was bleeding profusely and I could see him desperately trying to heal.
His wounds wouldn’t close up and it was just like the other day when he came to me
