I come to the door and am about to turn the handle when I hear the hum of Baza’s voice seeping through the door. Then I hear my name. I stop in my tracks, leaning into the door.
I can’t make out a single word.
Holding my breath, I gently turn the handle, stopping every few seconds. The steady rhythm of Baza’s hushed voice pushes me to keep going.
Once the handle is turned to the full, I pull at the door, moving it a millimetre at a time, praying that they service everything well in here, so the hinges won’t squeak.
“... Council was very impressed with her abilities. During the execution, the gates opened only a fraction, but it was enough for us to see her potential. A few daemons managed to advance onto the Apkallu plane, but the gates didn’t hold long enough for the malakhims to asce
