Kai struggled—fought back as he looked over his shoulder at the open room where Talitha and Abigail lay. He screamed at the two grey-masked Angels, and then he shifted to begging for them to rescue those two.
But his words fell on deaf ears.
Nothing he said or did could ever make these two turn around and rescue the sisters.
One of them leaned in, "Save your strength, Lesser Angel. You're going to need it."
"Those two are already dead." The other scoffed. "And we need to preserve the crime scene."
Hatred rose from the deepest part of him.
It felt like he was back at the inauguration; the hatred for the Demon Man then was so deep it had ached like a physical wound. He said he was going to protect Abigail, to keep her safe. And he had failed.
Abigail was beaten, defiled, and left to bleed dry.
Not only that, but Talitha also got dragged into the mess and was now barely clinging to life.
