Watcher's Guild, The

Jophiel and Christine have an impossibly difficult mission to complete together—and a magnetism neither of them can deny.

It wasn't supposed to happen like this.

As far as heavenly experiments go, mortals are interesting to observe from a distance, but their lives are fleeting. They're selfish, impulsive, and determined to destroy each other, if not their entire planet.

It's my job as a member of my angelic guild to monitor the celestial and mortal realms, keep the peace, and only interfere when absolutely necessary.

That's how Christine Monarch, pro wrestler, and descendant of Poseidon, came under my supervision. She has no idea about her heritage or the training she needs to do in order to fulfill her part of an ancient prophecy, and she's wasting precious time she doesn't have.

Angels don't make friends with humans. They definitely don't form attachments to them. Even ones as confounding, infuriating, and irresistible as Christine. It's forbidden.

Why, then, is she destined to be my soul mate? And if I can't convince myself of the truth, how am I going to make the choir of angels understand?

How am I supposed to win over Christine when I can barely remember what it's like to be human?