Azrael’s jaw clenched in simmering fury, but it wouldn’t help anyone for him to lose it right now.
“Did he hurt her?”
Even as the words came out, the angel felt sick at the thought, his imagination running to places where his little girl had been dragged away, screaming and terrified, into the night by the monster from all of their nightmares.
“Not in front of me but she had fucking bruises around her chest and neck so what the fuck do you think? Which means he’s been fucking free for awhile and that means someone has to have been protecting his psycho fucking ass.” The last was directed once more at his mother, knowing she had protected Chance in the past.

