“And you don’t want to go to it,” I surmised, unsure if I was relieved or not to learn that he’d been thrown out of that hotel window. I really couldn’t blame him, though, for avoiding the light. The senator knew enough now to know what awaited him, and it was most likely not going to be pretty. I wanted to lie, and not just because it may make him more likely to give us helpful information he’d held back on before, but because Fisher had been played in the worst ways. Maybe if he hadn’t been preyed upon, he wouldn’t have been in the position to do the damage that he’d done. But it was still a choice he made, and feeling bad for him didn’t mean what he did was okay.

And I didn’t lie when it came to this. “I don’t think you’ll see your wife,” I told him, exhaling heavily. “The Harbinger preyed upon your grief and used it against you, but you made those choices, even after you began to sense something wasn’t right. You’ll have to answer for that, because you can’t stay here. If you do, you’ll end up even worse than you are now.”

“But is...is God forgiving?” Fisher lifted half-formed hands. “I always believed that He was. That’s what I was taught, but...”

But he met a homicidal archangel, so he was probably questioning everything he knew about God and all of that. I glanced at Zayne, unsure of how to answer.

“We don’t know,” Zayne spoke up. “And I don’t think anyone really knows what can be forgiven and what can’t be. Avoiding it, though? Probably not going to do you any favors.”

The senator fell quiet as his gaze shifted to the hotel across the street.

I took a deep breath. “You were looking for me—for us? Did you have something to say? If so, you probably want to do it. I know you probably don’t have much time until you lose hold—”

“And float,” he said. “Sometimes I just float.”

“That sounds...disturbing,” Zayne murmured.

“I lied. I lied so many times to the people I represented, to families of those kids who were so hopeful,” Fisher went on, and I struggled with my patience. “I lied to Natashya. Told her I would go on—that I wouldn’t lose myself or lose faith. I lied to both of you.” He continued to stare across the street. “It’s there. The light.”

Zayne turned, and I swore to God, if he was able to see it I may lose my mind. Luckily for him, I didn’t think he did, because when he turned back, he was frowning.