“Fine,” says Uriel. “So be it. I call Sacriel as my second.” Everyone looks to the largest angel in the group and his enormous wings. “I accept,” he says. Raffe looks at the angels, gauging them. Who is loyal enough to back him as his second? There were angels who voted for him, but voting for him and dying for him are two very different things. “I’m flattered that you need the biggest, meanest warrior on your side to best me, Uri. Let’s see, how big a warrior do I need as a second to beat you and Sacriel? Hmm . . . I’ll take . . . the Daughter of Man. She should even out the odds.”
