"I'm an Angel of the Lord."
Just a handful of words, which any sane person wouldn't buy for a second, and the outline of wings shook my very world.
('not even Mac will believe this one')
My beliefs over the years were slim, seeing all that damn blood can shake anyones faith, but in this single moment it was flaring up because of those eyes staring right through me.
He helped me to my feet, hands on me like I was a big china doll (I might as well have been compared to his unbreakable self), and went on with trying to blow my mind.
(and I thought it was already ash)
"I'm here to keep you safe, Veronica Mars."
All thoughts I had before, making my way through my tragic romantic past (Logan always number one), melted away when he spoke my name.
(way too hot to be an angel)
"Protect me, why?"
Slowly he came forward, the glass from the windows that surrendered to him the moment he arrived turning to dust under his shoes, and took me in his arms as if I'd known him from childhood.
(only a feeling rather then flesh back then)
Just one touch, his hands around me did not make me feel uncomfortable but the opposite instead I felt like I would be forever safe in them, and I understood everything without a single word spoken.
"Why wouldn't I?"