David Chen didn't leave.

For three days, he'd been camped outside the hotel's perimeter, sleeping in shifts with a handful of other survivors who'd gathered like debris after a storm. Azrael watched him from the twenty-third floor—this one persistent mortal who should have been fleeing the ruins of downtown Eidolon instead of gravitating toward the being who'd turned their city into a battlefield.

"He's still there," Elena said, appearing beside him with yet another tray of food he wouldn't ...