Chapter 12 : Paved With Good Intentions

Zee's POV "There was a hand upon the chains that were self-inflicted upon Him— The Little Prince, O Great Morning Star— And He looked up— And saw the face of a little brother most mischievous And despair He did no longer." ~The Book of Lost Days Lilith 3:1 "You—" The Magdalena had her arms up, her waist-length auburn hair blew back from her strong face thanks to the excess Grace circulating the room. I could see the Seal of Laoth branded on her forearms in a knot of thick white scarring. That was probably why Nadya'd been so insistent I leave her sleeves alone. I figured she had cut herself, but never this. "—stay the FUCK away from me." This—this pissed me off. Unreasonable, I know, but true. She wasn't one of us, she had no right to invoke our sigils like that. It went beyond human arrogance and shot arrow straight down to blasphemy! She pressed the seal together, and more Grace crackled ozone thick in the room, making all the hair on my body stand on end. Danger,