Chapter Thirteen
The chamber erupted once again. In a panic, I whirled toward the Secretary, pulling my hand from Raphael’s grip. All at once, the commotion around me took on an extra level of insanity, because what had formerly been at least semi-coherent exclamations and conversations became a cacophony of otherworldly squeaks and trumpets and shrill sounds I couldn’t begin to describe. Even the human voices frightened me, since their words were equally incomprehensible.
Face white, Raphael grabbed for my hand again and rose to his feet. “That is impossible. Callista and I are soul-bonded.”
“Are you?” The Secretary looked as if he wanted to scrub his hands through his hair and was refraining from doing so simply because it would have been very unprofessional. “Congratulations. And I a
