Chapter 25

When Erela saw the angel who'd started the mess leap for the skies, she followed.

On foot. Which would seem a disadvantage, and yet wasn't because she could see the glowing trail Raphaella left behind. She couldn't lose her.

She knows who I am.

Half angel.

And the daughter of the king.

She'd heard Raphaella's words and Desmond's yell. She just didn't care.

A father didn't try to have his daughter killed. Adoptive or not.

The mist swallowed Erela the moment she left the arena of fighting. The fog chilled her skin and energized her at the same time. Dulling all the sounds of battle. It was clear to her now that the Netherworld was the land of the angels. The space between all the realms.

And I spent time here. Erela kept getting flashes of stony ruins. A soft voice and hand. But no face. Every time she tried to focus, the best she managed was a blur.