Harlee POV
Two hours later, we were still arguing. The general consensus seemed to be: we didn’t trust the Seraphim, but we didn’t know what to do with her either.
“Goddamnit!” Zeev shouted, slamming his fists onto an abandoned desk in a back room of the church. “We’re never going to come to a decision like this!” I was exhausted, but my mind recoiled from the venom in his voice and that echoed along the mental link we shared. Even Ash and Sands flinched.
“Meanwhile, the Seraphim is just out there floating around unsupervised.” Sam observed dryly.
“Helpful Sam, very helpful.” I rubbed my forehead between my eyes, where a headache was taking up residence. Sam shot me a semi-amused look, that morphed into one of concern.
“I vote kill her.” Ash raised their hand, not bothering t
