“He’s an upper level demon, Emma Rose. One of the first demons created when the angels fell from heaven. He’s the right hand of the Morning Star. Who are we to stop him?” “You’re afraid of him!” Silas’ fingers stop braiding and I can feel them flex in my hair. I’m right. He’s afraid of Deleriel. If this thing scares Silas, then I’m doomed. “Afraid is a strong word. Cautious would be a more accurate word. And he’s also my employer.” “What?” He works for the super scary demon? “Unfortunate, but true.” He tisks at a wayward strand of hair. “He owns me.”
