Chapter Thirty-FiveSamantha ran until she thought her lungs would burst, dragging her mother along behind her. It did no good against an airborne celestial being. In only moments, a whoosh above them showed just how futile their flight had been. Huge feathered wings cut through the air, the armored being banked and dropped to the ground a dozen paces ahead of them. The wings folded, shimmered, and disappeared entirely, leaving the still-glowing angel standing ahead, one hand resting on the pommel of his great, glowing sword. Beneath a white hood, eyes shimmered, radiating power.
“If you're looking for me to be cowed, Karael, you've chosen the wrong person. My family doesn't bend knee to those that proliferate on evil. You're the fallen angel, not Ioviel.”
“I'm pleased you feel that way,”
