“What a hypocrite, right? One minute I’m telling you I see nothing wrong with humans, and the next I’m flying into a rage when some demon accuses me of having human blood.” He shook his head fiercely, eyes blazing.

“What a damnable—”

I pulled myself up. “I don’t think you’re a hypocrite, Trsiel. I saw how those other angels treated you. That’s the problem, isn’t it? Not having human blood, but having them think you do.”

“I care about what it makes me in their eyes. I know I shouldn’t—”

I ducked to meet his gaze. “It’s okay. You don’t have to explain it to me.” I gave a small smile. “I’m a witch, remember? I know all about being treated like a second-class citizen when you know you aren’t.”

I pulled myself up. “But, blood or training aside, whatever the experiment, it obviously worked. You understand and fit into human culture far better than those other angels could, so why the ascendeds?”

“Not all the angels in the last wave are like me. Most aren’t. They…assimilated.”

“Succumbed to the pressure to fit in. But you didn’t.”

“It’s more like ‘couldn’t.’ It isn’t in my nature. And I’m certainly not the only one. There are a few like me.”

“Just not enough to fight this new ‘only ascended angels in the field’ rule.”

A slow nod, gaze shuttering, but not before I saw the sadness there.

“But if I ascend,” I said. “If I do this quest, and they offer me angel-hood, I’d need someone to teach me the ropes, and Zak…Zaf—”

“Zadkiel.”

“Isn’t around, so that would be you.”

He hesitated, then nodded. “Yes, that’s what I’m hoping. Meaning you’re not the only one who needs to prove something on this quest. Unfortunately, you seem to be making your case a lot better than I am.”

“Hey, you got the amulet, right?”

“I’d rather have the Nix. Preferably decorating my sword.”

I laughed. “We’ll get her for you, don’t you worry. Then we’ll finally find out whether all this supposition has been for naught. My luck, I’ll finally decide I want to be an angel, and find out the offer isn’t even on the table, that it never was.”

A look passed through his eyes.

“You already know, don’t you?” I said.

He stood, crossed the room, grabbed an apple off the counter. “We should work on our next move.”

“No, you should work on your diversionary tactics. That one’s as obvious as trying to send me to check on Lizzie before Aratron arrived.” I got to my feet. “You’ve talked to the Fates, haven’t you? You sneaky…When did you—what did they say?”

He lobbed the apple from one palm to the other. “It’s not my place to discuss this, Eve.”