Chapter 18Raphael
Raphael stood in a large dimmed room with no windows, smelling of sweet incense, where several men sat on a large half-moon-shaped couch. Earlier, the young would-be assassin who’d escorted him here had been on edge during their entire short trip. Raphael could only guess he’d been terrified about having to to explain to his superiors his blunders.
Now, Raphael stood before four ridiculously muscular men in expensive suits, which he could only guess were the superior figures in ICRA. All of them were angels. Their stern expressions gave the impression they might have beaten someone to death with their bare fists. Such people were a lot more suited to be bodyguards than heads of an organization.
And they all looked at Raphael as a king would regard a fool, waiting to be
