Chapter9

#Chapter9

Bloody Albazar

Ian's pov

Zara's hand curled around my forearm. She tightened her grip on it and stared at me with wide eyes.

She too was surprised.

The magnificent wings in front of us have been missing since the day Grandpa kicked my father out of heaven. His elder brother, Michael, had cut them off during their battle in heaven.

My father spent most of his time looking for them. Sometimes he'll send his demons to the surface to find them. He gave up his search when he found out it wasn't getting him anything.

No leads, just nothing.

/"Those are your father's wings,/" Zara whispered, her hand still on my forearm.

/"I know./" I glanced around the room, noticing the whispers escaping the mouth of the people on the seats.