Evie's POV

The pounding on my apartment door came at 2:47 AM, according to the glowing red numbers on my alarm clock. I'd been lying awake anyway, staring at the ceiling and trying not to think about gray eyes and broken angel wings, so the sound didn't startle me as much as it should have.

What did startle me was Nate's voice through the door intercom.

"Evie? I'm sorry to wake you, but I've got a situation here."

I threw on a robe and opened the door to find Nate standing in the hallway, ...