Twenty minutes later Liam felt a headache come on, the spell he put on himself fading. Soon he wouldn't be able to maintain this calm solitude, and if that happened, then so help them all.

"I don't know anything about Franchesca, or the killings and if I did." Dukael said proudly, as he boasted his bravery, "I still would never tell a filthy Caster," he spat at Liam's feet, instead of his face. The indecision saved Dukael his life by a hairs breath, because amongst the angelic breeds ...