Chapter 113: Chapter 113: Partially Right

While that sounded horribly Angel-like and all doom and gloom, it also didn't quite match the vision I was seeing. The very one that failed me as the mist retreated and came home to me once more while the others drifted to the center of the Crosspath and collapsed almost as if by mutual decision on the sofas resting there. I joined them, Delilah perched on my knee, acutely aware I was still dressed for dinner with bare feet and more than a little cleavage showing. But no one seemed to care, and when Adam settled next to me, thigh against mine, I exhaled my anxiety away and let myself focus on the task at hand.

"If what the Angels believe is true," Tulip said, folding her long legs beneath her, settling to the floor with her tail swishing over one flank, "then Eve's vision is... what?"