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Angels.

“Wolf,” the one in front, the one emitting light from his very being, announced. “I see you’ve completed your mission. I must say, he expected you two much sooner, but we’ll take what we can get.”

I recognized his voice. He was the one speaking to Wolf in our room after the vampyre attack in Moira.

Wolf said nothing, but his growl filled the room in deep vibrations of predatory instinct. Everything in me told me to run, yet I couldn’t look away from this creature’s beauty.

His golden eyes slid over to me. “So, this is her?”

Wolf stiffened. “This is her.”

“Who are these people, Wolf?” Desperation leaked through my words, the type that made me look weak. “Why are they here?”

And why wasn’t he fighting them? Why did he know them?

Wolf’s nostrils flared. He still couldn't look at me.

The angel approaching me laughed. “Oh, sweetheart. Did you think Wolf here was your friend?”

My stomach dropped. I remained silent.

Venom was in the bathroom with the rest of my clothes, far out of reach.

Not like it would matter, anyway. These were angels. They were not fallen like Wolf, but rather standing here in their true, ethereal forms.

I lifted my chin. “What’s going on here? What do you want?”

The angel glanced at Wolf. “You didn’t tell her?”

I could hardly contain my rage, my confusion, my heartbreak. “Tell me what?”

The angel laughed. The walls of the room shook with the vibrations of it.

“Tell. Me. What?”

More laughter. Wolf avoided my gaze like he would drop dead just from looking at me. I hated that I felt it—the snap in my chest that felt much worse than dying, felt much worse than any blade slicing through flesh.

This pain was one that could not be seen by the eye, but would scar, nonetheless.

And now, it bled.

“Get the princess,” the angel ordered. “It seems we have a lot to catch up on.”

Chapter

Forty-Five

The men who flanked me were stronger than anyone I had ever gone up against, Wolf included. They gripped me so tightly that I was sure they could snap my bones, yet they did it so effortlessly.

“No!” I yelled, thrashing against them.

They did not bother grabbing Wolf. No, he went with them willingly in a way that made my chest tighten.

Whatever trust I had in Wolf vanished with every step we took. They dragged me from the room and down the hallway, outside of the house.

In the daylight, I saw so much more detail as they walked through the chaos of crumbling walls and falling buildings. We walked over garbage and bones, some of which I was sure belonged to fae at some point.

“Is this The Golden City?” I asked. “This was where we were supposed to end up after Moira?”