Storm Spells - Chapter 12
Dragon Helper
Misriah rose and slashed at the first spiky gray shape that came at her. But she couldn’t be everywhere. So the car rocked when something landed on the roof.
“Can you help her?” Melinda patted Seraphiel’s arm to get his attention, but he shook his head.
“I’m not a warrior angel. Combat is her thing not mine. But I can shield us. That’s within…
