“Just one thing,” Selissa said, watching the magister closely. “Are you going to help me kill this thing?”
The mage ran a hand through his hair and released a long-suffering sigh. “We might as well go get ourselves killed. I didn’t have anything else planned this week anyway.”
“I’m sure I’ll be fine,” she said, the venom lacing her words clashing with the pleasant smile she offered Vael before turning on her heels and walking away. Her yearning for physical training had been replaced by a strong desire to set Vael’s hair on fire and she wasn’t entirely sure Taelan would appreciate her burning down his subordinates.
To Selissa’s great relief, Vael took the hint that the conversation was over and didn’t follow her. Yet a small part of her felt a tiny bit disappointed that she didn’t give her an excuse to fling a ball of magical fire after her. A very small part of her, of course.
It was actually a rather disappointing sight. There were no sacrificial altars, no demonic symbols drawn on the floor, no cloaked acolytes chanting ancient spells. The room was bare, except from the torches, and Selissa wondered if she had finally found a villain without a sense for the dramatic. She was going to miss the monologues, though, seeing as those always cleared up a lot of confusion.
“You, with the wings,” the captain said, nodding to Seymour in case the half-breed angel was unsure who he was addressing. “Our wards will only signal us once the demons enter into a mile radius of our location. We could use someone to scout the area and hopefully give us more of a warning.”
“Bringing us back to the aforementioned wings,” Seymour finished for him, looking up at the sky. “Good thing few demons can fly.”
“Neither can most humans,” Orrell said, shooting the other man a pointed look. “I’m not going to ask what kind of misfired experiment you are if you put those feathery appendages to good use and cover us from the air.”
“I’m a big girl,” Selissa said dryly. “You don’t need to hold my hand.”
“I wasn’t talking about me,” Bane said. “You’re taking Vael with you.”
Vael let out a hiss and Selissa found herself sharing the sentiment. “I’m doing what? She’s not going to watch my back, she’s going to stab me in it!”