Cass's hands were still trembling, but it wasn't fear coursing through her veins—it was a simmering rage that had taken root and refused to let go. Her life had been unraveled piece by piece, stripped down to this moment, where she found herself descending into the cold, dark underbelly of Uriel's world.
She had questions, the first being why Havenfield? The small town didn't deserve the devastation this… cult had unleashed upon it and she couldn't wrap her head why, for a group of Aetherkin Hunters, they would let three humans die.
She had questions she would not let Uriel ask alone. Which was why, when he plucked out his phone and ordered Arian to ready the hostages for him, she demanded to go with him.
Again, he and Jamee had been adamant. "No," they'd both said firmly. Which was annoying because Jamee wasn't even going, he'd already decided to stay in the mansion and try to find the source of the spell.
