Constance
“You want to run that by me again.” Ryn asked while everyone else stared back, dumbfounded.
Obsidian was shocked speechless and in as much disbelief as I had been when Ickarous asked to be taken into the demon stronghold.
“You’re not seriously thinking about this, are you?” Ryn demanded looking at Obsidian.
“Yes. I am actually.”
“He’s a freaking archangel! He could kill us all! If not now, then later!”
“You said you’d made a blood pact?” Obsidian asked for clarification.
“Yes. No harm will befall this place while this pact holds,” I replied.
Obsidian nodded thoughtfully. “What do you think Constance?”
“We trust your judgement,” Raphael added, to Ryn’s disappointment.
“This should be taken before the elders,” Ryn pressed angrily under his breath, frustrated at being igno
