The Holy Beholder stood beside Tallia quietly, but I could tell anger was burning under the surface. She was chewing on her lip, and her fists were clenched at the pale-skinned wingless Angels' side.
"I am leaving, but make sure you take care of her. Whether she has done wrong or not, she is not being sent to you to be executed, so I expect her to be alive and well the next time we meet," Tallia told me, and I crossed my arms, narrowing my eyes on the Goddess.
"Just what do you think that I am going to be doing with her?" I growled, and Tallia borrowed her eyes back.
"You just said that you were going to leave her in the middle of nowhere," Tallia growled back, and I rolled my eyes, throwing my hands in the air.
"It was a joke! Breya, I would not do anything that would directly harm the Holy Beholder. Tell this woman that is the truth!" I told Breya, but she shook her head.
