Luke's eyes narrowed. "You… Hannah Simmons? No, that's not right. You're Sierra Ling now, I suppose."
A shrill giggle escaped the woman's lips. "You are a sharp one, aren't you? Yes, I was disguised as 'Hannah Simmons.' Now that I've shed that useless persona, there's no reason to hide my true self."
Luke's gaze flickered with anger. "So you were the real agent of Apollo's plan. Perola and Laura Adams are on Hazel's side, not yours."
He clenched his fists. "You deceived me—no, you deceived everyone."
Sierra Ling's smile broadened. "I needed you all out of the way while I prepared the perfect environment for the Fort Snail to ascend.
Hazel Ross is essential for my lord's apotheosis—no matter what your precious Fallen Angels think they can do to protect her."
Elias tensed, arcs of sound energy already crackling around his palms. "If you think we'll hand Hazel over, you're beyond deluded."