Excuse me? Who or what governs Hell?” I demanded. Insisting that no one sent me anywhere probably wasn’t going to help, since that’s exactly what an angel spy would say. “You don’t want to know,” he answered, his eyes stone cold as they met mine. And here I’d thought he was intimidating before. I realized in that moment that I’d been getting the kid gloves version of Apollyon up to that point. Now, all bets were off and he was every bit the demon I’d feared he was.
