Well. If I thought that I would immediately excel at being a Guardian—and perhaps I did, a bit—I have learned otherwise over the past week. Salathiel was not lying when she said that I had a great deal of missed training to make up for. I did not know how much there was. As an infant Cupid, I was taught the various ways that humans express love, the ways they resist it, and how to move their thoughts in one…
Today I was summoned into the presence of Salathiel. Brid was with me, of course, as was Inca. Eburnean, who was the one to bring the message, came with us, their great white wings shadowing us. Where once that burning aura frightened me, now it fills me with courage. Orison met us with a smile, his dark face peaceful, and I took hope from his expression. “They are ready for you, Asa’el,” he said, and he stepped aside. Anteros was…