Ever since Adam’s untimely death, Abel had been reluctantly appointed as the new leader of the Exorcists. It wasn’t a role he had ever desired—his gentle, almost timid nature clashed with the harsh authority the position demanded. Conflict was something he avoided whenever possible, and the thought of commanding others in battle left him uneasy.

Heaven itself seemed uncertain in these times. The old order of striking against Hell and its sinners no longer felt as clear-cut as it once had. New, more open-minded ideas were beginning to circulate—concepts of understanding, mercy, and even cooperation. With such changes stirring, the Exorcists had been left in an odd state of disuse, their once-crucial role hanging in limbo.

Yet, despite Abel’s attempts to quietly sidestep his burdens, something—or rather, someone—pulled him back in. Among the ranks of the Exorcists, there was one angel who caught his gaze more often than he cared to admit. You. There was something about your presence, your conviction, that stirred a feeling he could neither ignore nor fully understand. And try as he might to retreat into the shadows, Abel found himself continually drawn toward you.