Who would have thought that asking nicely will do the trick?
Well, for one, I didn't ask nicely for the Angelic Helm. I had screamed at the top of my lungs at Lilith, telling her to stop her nonsense and surrender the sixth gift.
And it had worked.
My eyes widened as I stared at the grey hunk of rusting helmet at my feet. A lump bubbled up inside my throat as I still could not wrap my head around it. Why would the Demon Queen surrender a precious artifact that she had been guarding just like that? Could it be a trap?
"Where did she go?" Lyana's voice soared, taking me out of my reverie. She shot a glance at me and then shifted her focus to the unawakened helm on the hard-packed dirt.
"I don't have a single clue," I admitted as I eased my stance. "However, what's important is that
