Harlee POV
I used pillows to box Cael in on the bed so he wouldn't roll off, then slipped out to see who was around. In the living room, Sands was on the couch with his shoulders slumped, head hanging.
“Sands? Are you ok?” I asked softly. He jumped, which startled me. I'd never been able to sneak up on him. “Sands?” I asked breathlessly. He looked at me briefly, running a hand over his face.
“I'm sorry Harlee. I'm just.. very tired.” Sands responded quietly.
“Angels get tired?” I asked.
“Fallen.” He reminded me. “My Divinity used to come from the Divine. Once I Fell and Bound myself to you, replenishment of my Grace was dependent on you.” Sands murmured.
“And then I was sick...” I had a horrible thought. “Sands, are you Corrupted?” I raced to his side. He looked al
