Constance
“You should go.”
“Soon,” Gabriel said, pulling me into his arms, his cheek resting on my head.
We’d left Ickarous in Obsidian’s capable care. The archangel had asked to talk to the demon’s master shielder, Alessandra, privately. I was sure Ickarous, or one of the demons, would bring me up to speed on what the archangel wanted to talk to the shielder about after Gabriel left.
“Are you sure Ulysses is the safest option?” Gabriel asked, doubt evident in his tone.
I had my doubts too, especially since Victor had somehow gained the upper hand over my father. Whatever he was hanging over Ulysses was big. And it was something I didn’t know about, which posed its own problems and dangers.
It was frustrating knowing there were still so many secrets I didn’t know about.
“Also, Nik
