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Six Sentence Sunday 017.
"No, no, no," Gabriel pulled in another cloak with his power and draped it around Michael's shoulders, "now you're fine."
"Gabriel . . ."
"What?"
"Never mind," Michael shook his head, drawing the cloak around him.
"It's like living in a soap opera," Raziel said, "you two are like an old married couple."
"Refrain from commenting," Michael scolded and Raziel rolled his eyes.
From No Surrender, No Retreat, book two of The Archangel Chronicles.
"Gabriel . . ."
"What?"
"Never mind," Michael shook his head, drawing the cloak around him.
"It's like living in a soap opera," Raziel said, "you two are like an old married couple."
"Refrain from commenting," Michael scolded and Raziel rolled his eyes.
From No Surrender, No Retreat, book two of The Archangel Chronicles.