Shock rolled through the hall like a tremor. Aiden might as well have drawn a blade to his own throat.
Here, in the depths of demon territory, being an angel was not simply dangerous—it was suicide. If word spread beyond these walls, every dark creature in the land would hunt him. Demons had feasted on angel blood in the wars of old, and the survivors still feared it. Even the bravest warriors of light had been extinguished when the towers were built. Angels were thought extinct.
The dragon leader’s molten eyes narrowed, his half-shifted form taut with disbelief. “You brought an angel… here?” His voice cracked with fury, the sound vibrating through the chamber like a growl of stone grinding against stone. He turned on Eric and Lydia, rage simmering under every syllable. “Do you have any
