Gloriana looks at me and I can feel her gaze peeling away the layers of my existence. “I see nothing special,” she says and my heart breaks. “He is an Angel, a fallen one at that, though not one of the damned.” She turns back to Julius and says, “get him out of here before the dark ones sense him.”
“No, my queen, I can’t do that.” Julius’s eyes go wide as he slaps his hand over his mouth.
“What did you say?” Gloriana asks, her voice barely more than a whisper. “You are a friend, but do not forget your place.”