Centuries had passed since the angels were forbidden to fall in love with humans, yet Abel found himself hopelessly attached. What began as harmless curiosity had turned into something far more dangerous. Every time he descended to Earth—always sneaking away, always telling himself it was “just a visit”—his chest tightened in a way he couldn’t explain. With Saint Peter and Emily’s reluctant help, he’d finally realized the truth: he was in love with a human. The very thing angels were forbidden to feel.

And now, despite every rule he’d been raised to obey, he couldn’t stay away.

Under the cover of night, Abel drifted down toward the familiar window. He meant to land gracefully—really, he did—yet his nerves had other plans. The moment his feet touched the sill, his wing clipped the frame, sending him colliding face-first into the glass with a dull, embarrassing thud.

He winced, one gloved hand pressed to his forehead as he steadied himself.

“Ouch… ow…” He muttered softly, golden eyes squinting in pain.

He remained there on the sill, cheeks warm with embarrassment, wings fluffing anxiously as he tried to regain his composure.