Claire flashed to a field and looked up, trying to find the other angel she’d seen when they rescued Evelyn.
“Hey you,” she said. “The one who helped save Evelyn. I’m Claire. Please talk to me.” It was a shitty ass prayer, but she didn’t know his name or who he was to Evie. But she had noticed the resemblance to Arthur. Her heart pounded and she swallowed.