My stomach dropped. I swore it off, I was purely hallucinating, I had to be. But the voice kept speaking. "Calm down, I'm not here to hurt you." Somehow this awful thing's words did nothing to calm me. Like someone wouldn't lose their minds at a voice in their head that speaks to them, just me. Maybe the blood loss was making me loopy, or maybe this was just what I had been pondering. Maybe this thing was what had caused my misery. Or maybe I was going crazy, that was always a possibility. "I can assure you; you aren't crazy." Great, it reads thoughts. "Yes, I can. And for your information, I am not an 'it'." ------------------------- Ángel never believed in God, let alone demons or apparitions. Yet, of all people, he found himself face-to-face with something of a divine nature. Slowly but surely, he could feel himself becoming unbearably enraptured....