Chapter 87

Angel's POV

"I'm sorry Angel. I hope I'm not late." Gabriel said.

I had waited too long for this moment.

Gabriel's expression was gentle, and the hand he extended toward me was clean, the hand he didn't use to kill these rogues.

"You're not late." I took his hand in mine and jumped into his arms.

I stood up on the ground and I felt a little surreal now.

Was the man in front of me really Gabriel?

"I should have come earlier, I said I would protect you." Gabriel hugged me.

His embrace was warm.

We stayed in this position for a few minutes, and I looked to the ground and noticed the syringe that the rogue had thrown to the floor.

There was still some red liquid in it.

I let go of Gabriel, then walked over and picked up the syringe.

"What are you doing?" Gabriel asked. He didn't see what I had picked up.

"Wolfsbane." I showed him the syringe I was holding, "They want to inject me with this."