Drawn to an angel

Lillian Fray nodded and shivered when he was suddenly too close to her back, his finger tips feeling a little rough as they traced the white lines on her back that looked like a tribal tattoo of angel wings. Jace's voice was a mixture of soft and husky as he murmured in her ear, and it did funny things to her lower stomach, even though he was stating the OBVIOUS. "You're an angel."