Zeev POV
“It’s quite simple really.” The Seraphim stated, pacing in front of our small group, hands clasped behind her back. “I wanted to run a small test. I had to go in and make a few tweaks to her soul to access the rest of her abilities, but once I did, I knew that all I needed to do was get her to a point where she was concentrating solely on me, et voila!” She gestured at Harlee, still clasped in my arms. Sam ran his hand over his face wearily.
“And what exactly IS what we have just seen?” Sam sat heavily on a pew, black wings rustling out of his way.
“Well, think of it like this..” The Seraphim turned a circle, looking at the ceiling, one hand bouncing on the other in a fist. “Harlee isn’t quite like anything I’ve ever seen before. She seems to be a new creature in a way
