“So, where is this heavenly person we need? I’m sure you already have one in mind.”
Rory swallowed that lump that was forming in his throat as he said those words.
There was pain inside his chest, but he knew he wanted to shrug it off, all for the fate of sealing that thing and reconstructing the barrier.
“You’re kidding me, right?”
Zamiel frowned at him, putting his hand on his waist in confusion, narrowing his eyes at him.
“Is it one of the witches? Or perhaps someone from Rock’s pack?”
That almost caused his voice cracked, looking around for the person who the ancient was talking about.
He did not want to get affected.
Though there was this knotting in his chest, he understood he needed to set aside his pride and vulnerability for the sake of the world.
That only made Zamiel’s
