She could sense tangible energy from Vengeance, dangerous tendrils that just wanted to hunt and hunt, all reaching into Lucille and connected to the other angels that were out there. “Maybe we don’t need you to save us,” she told it. “Maybe we can save ourselves.” Vengeance made a high-pitched clicking sound that managed to be full of derision. “Your own history proves otherwise, child.” Bitter shrugged. “Then we will make another history.”
