A Family That Fights Together Can Never Be Defeated

The crimson Archangel listened to her answer with interest, and nodded. “My thoughts exactly. Also, Creed’s surely going to retire soon. I’ll need a new Right Wing when he does. Any thoughts on who would be best for the job?” He kept his face a mask of interested innocence as they traveled, fathomless sapphires scanning the surroundings as he listened, interested in who she thought would fit best in the role.

He, of course, already had an idea of who he wanted there at his side. But what might she think of it? Would she even consider herself as a possibility? His eyes slid a sidelong glance at her in speculation, though his head remained faced forward, tail held at an easy level above his hips.