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Synopsis: Heralds are the most powerful of all angels, secretive and feared, created for a single purpose. Only those most courageous and worthy earn a place within the elite choir, and only by breaking ancient oaths held sacred can the honor be stripped. It's a punishment that hasn't been imposed in over two-thousand years, until a single reckless act sets off a firestorm, threatening to consume all creation.
Rise Hawke never suspected she'd been marked to play a role in the deadly events unfolding in the spiritual realm. Independent and resistant to authority, she isn't thrilled when she meets Dominik, an angel with new wings, an old grudge, and a mysterious agenda he's determined to impose.
Vowing to uncover the secrets kept from her, Rise soon learns that knowing what you are isn't nearly as dangerous as discovering why. Hunted by those who want to destroy her, and controlled by those who would see her fulfill her purpose, she is forced into a brutal battle set in motion long before she was ever born. It soon becomes clear that what one angel will risk to earn the title of Herald, is matched only by what another will do to keep it.
What are you?” she demanded. “What do you want?”
Tyre considered the questions. There was no reason he had to lie to her at this point, and he’d grown tired of the charade anyway. He cocked an eyebrow. “I’m the angel who’s going to save your soul. Again.”
“You’re insane,” Katie whispered and started rummaging through the glove box, her hands shaking as she dumped paperwork and other items all over. Tyre guessed she was looking for something to use as a weapon, so he allowed her to continue; it would earn him a few moments of quiet and nothing in the car could harm him.
He hit the accelerator and tested the steering capabilities. It was almost time for the big finish, and he wanted no mistakes. Tyre started weaving from one lane to another, relishing the adrenaline rush. He laughed until a pair of taillights came up fast on the right. “There might be witnesses.” He turned to Katie. “This could be a problem. Try to act natural, will you?”
“Witnesses?” Katie repeated, looking back and forth between Tyre and the road. The broken yellow lines whipped by so fast they appeared almost solid. She started to cry, but then she, too, spotted the other vehicle. She seized the manual handle controlling the windows and cranked as fast as she could, calling out for assistance.