Nora's POV
The question tumbles from my lips as my bare feet touch the cold floor without making even the faintest whisper of sound. This strange, weightless state between dreams and reality always leaves me disoriented. I assumed Hugo had summoned me into his presence, but apparently I drew him to me instead.
"The other archangels have realized Matteo vanished," Hugo says, his voice carrying that familiar edge of controlled irritation. "Now they're all watching each other like hawks and planning to activate their version of celestial GPS tracking."
Panic shoots through me as the implications hit. "Can they locate you?" The words spill out in a rush, knowing exactly what fate awaits Hugo if his brothers discover his whereabouts. Death would be a mercy compared to their justice.
