# 12 -- Take My Hand

Lacey’s eyes were fixed on the white midnight sky, and she stumbled backwards over the snow caked, cobblestone street. Her back hit the alley-facing wall of Mrs. Lydia Applebaum’s small fabric shop, and she lifted her hand to her lips -- a delicate gesture unbefitting the situation.

The beautiful man descended from Heaven. A smile curled his lips, but it was predatory and unkind. His eyes were almost as white as his skin, or his wings. He appeared to be stepping down an invisible staircase, rather than flying.

“Take my hand.� He commanded, extending his talons towards her once she was within reach.

And she did.