“I have to go find a cambion before you have them all killed.” Mikhail pulled himself back, impressively cutting off his desire. “They aren’t killed.” “Aren’t they?” “You believe something else?” “Do you honestly think the correctioners actually cure cambions?” “Yes. They report as much.” Backing toward the door, Severn smiled at his gullible angel. Mikhail didn’t lie, so naturally, he believed the humans didn’t either. Did he even understand the humans his kind so resolutely protected? Mikhail: so perfect, so terribly flawed. “We will talk more on this.”
