“Is everything okay?” I ask him. He cancelled all of our private sessions, and I’ve only seen him during the last few Angelic History classes. I’ve started to think he’s been avoiding me ever since we got back from Faerie.
He looks down at me with his green eyes. “Yes. I just wanted to say goodbye.”
“Goodbye?” I blink up at him, my throat suddenly tight. “What do you mean?”
“I won’t be teaching here next year.” He glances behind me, and I turn to see the Princes entering the tent. Callan stops and shoots a hateful glare at Kassiel, before slipping inside. “Now that the Order has the Staff, my mission has changed. My priority is recovering the Staff before they can use it.” His mouth twists. “Besides, word got out that I’m the son of Lucifer, and some of the Archangels are very upset tha
