Rowan really did roll her eyes. “I heard about your arrest in Var’nori. The mages probably have a file on you.”
“That’s reassuring. They can swap notes with the bounty hunters,” Selissa said.
“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.”
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.”
“They’ll hunt us down, won’t they?” she asked, changing the subject.
“The Horsemen?” Niall said. “Yes, I’m afraid so. Even if they were willing to let this setback slide, they have two more brothers to bring back into this world. But the failed ritual will buy us some time. They’ll have to recover.”
“So will we,” Selissa said dryly.
“I’m trying to remain positive,” Niall said miserably.
Selissa snorted. “I’m trying to remain alive.”