THE HALL OF THE ARCHANGELS hadn’t changed in three thousand years. The last time Remiel led her to this room she’d been terrified. Back then she thought he’d brought her here to cast her out after discovering the truth about her relationship with Azazel. He should’ve done it back then. All those stupid rules she worried about seemed so senseless now. The archangels would do what they wanted. She found it difficult to care. Compared to the recent execution of the entire New York chapter of the Order, her relationship with Az was nothing. She tried to muster up some emotion. After all, these beings held her future in their hands. Nothing. She was numb. At least her power was back. The connection to Remiel burned within: palatable, strong. With that confirmation she squared her shoulders and
