Chapter 53.2

A wave of despair crashed over my senses at the potential loss of Azriel. The wretched angel had to know that leaving me here would result in an eternity of punishment, but he didn’t give a shit.

Clenching my teeth, I pushed the thought aside. What on earth did I expect from Azriel after we dug out his darkest secret, summoned him in a humiliating circle, and blackmailed him to commit a crime against Heaven? The angel didn’t owe me an ounce of loyalty.

“We’re on our own,” I said into the bond.

Beki gave me a grim nod.

“Maybe Hades might want to open up negotiations?”

She raised a paw to shrug.

“What is this?” Azriel shrieked.

My gaze darted to the side, but all I could see amid the sea of bleeding limbs were Azriel’s white wings, which were darkening to a slate gray that bordered on black. He spun around and rushed toward Hades.

“What did you do to me?” his high-pitched voice rang through my ears.

“Nothing.” Hades folded his arms across his chest and turned to Namara, who was still in