Chapter 21
Josiah stood on the battlefield, not participating, only watching. What he had seen so far stunned him. I grew up around these Nephilim and clerics. I was raised to be one of them. By all rights, I should be fighting alongside them now, but here I am, standing beside a demon. How had his life gotten so far off track? Because you're as much demon as angel.
Mother… he closed his eyes as the image of the beautiful red-haired woman with a sparkling pink aura danced before him. She gave me up to save me, and that was love. Not perfect, but real. She did the best she could. And Annie, my sweet Annie, who defied her only remaining family to be with me. Annie's love had sustained him his entire life, and he'd used and abandoned her. And Father. My stubborn, imperfect, know-it-all fat
