Soneillon flipped me over, pressing me into the hardwood floor as she thrashed to break my hold, but my legs were my strongest muscles. She wasn’t getting out of that grip. I reached up and fisted her long black hair, using them like reins on a horse. Over her shoulder, the glass ceiling exploded, sending glass falling onto the fight like rain. I squeezed my eyes shut and turned my head to the side to protect myself. The glass shards sliced into the skin on the side of my face and neck. I looked back up and spotted two male angels flying with white wings through the now open ceiling and landing in the middle of the chaos. One of them had dark strawberry-blond hair, matching freckles, and blue eyes. The other had short blond hair and black eyes—-and snakes coiled around his wrists and ankles.

Snakes. Everest mentioned Astaroth handled snakes. Which means the pretty one is Mammon.

Soneillon arched her back and bellowed. Astaroth and Mammon looked right to us, their eyes widening. They charged for us when Jackson and Timothy leapt out in front of them, blocking their path. I squeezed my thighs tighter. Soneillon gasped. She tried to peel my legs apart but there was too much blood on her hands to give her traction. I yanked her hair, pulling her closer. I wanted to bite one of her horns off and shove it through her eyeball.

She lunged to the side but my grip was solid, so we just rolled again. When we stopped, she was back on top and that was fine by me. My grip was better down here. I needed to break her magical grip on these students, but I didn’t know how. I just had to hang on to her until I figured it out or help came. I glanced around, looking for someone to help me, but everyone was thick in it. Jackson and Timothy expertly handled a sword fight with Astaroth and Mammon. Snakes slithered over the floor and dropped from the broken ceiling. The others were all trying to peel students off each other, but none of them were using magic, and I knew my Coven-mates would feel sick using it against these innocent kids. Where’s Tegan? She wouldn’t hesitate.

Soneillon’s hands wrapped around my throat.

I gasped for that last breath as my eyes widened. I dropped her hair and gripped her wrists, but I was a mortal and she was an angel. Fallen or not, she had physical strength I couldn’t match.

EVEREST! I screamed with my mind. He’d always been hyper aware of when I needed him, so I prayed he was paying attention now. EVEREST!