Chapter 24

He looked like hell. The angel was weaponless but back in his Persian warrior garb, but even that seemed washed-out and almost colorless. And he was frighteningly pale and hollow-cheeked, like he’d been sick for a long time. His clasped hands were trembling, and the halo surrounding him was so dim it was practically nonexistent.

“What’s wrong?” Aiden rolled up onto his knees so he was close enough to put his hand on the angel’s shoulder.

He just closed a Crack in your heart. What do you think’s wrong?

Aiden glanced over his shoulder before he remembered Cassandra wasn’t there. It was the Little Cass voice from before, like someone speaking directly into his ear. “Eudaemon?”

Right here.

“I thought I hallucinated you.”

No, you didn’t really think that. You weren’t sobbing your guts out in grief and anger just now over a hallucination, were you?