Kaitlyn wore armor around her heart as a knight would into battle. It was invisible to all but the men she inevitably rejected. She had disregarded her ever more disturbing dreams, the ones where arrows loosed by an unseen assassin pierced her armor. But one morning, she awoke, her heart pounding. Her unseen assassin had revealed himself as Archangel Michael, a protector, defender, and healer. In her dream, she had met her future husband, and the holes that Michael’s arrows had punched in her armor were the same holes that would let this man’s love seep in and heal her.
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