Literally, by the way. With smoke curling from his nostrils, hands clenched into fists at his sides, his aura radiating utter fury and terror and a mix of other things that equated to a blow up pending.
"I know," I said, quietly so he wouldn't need to shout at me. "But he's my dad, Seth. I had to give him a chance."
The dragon man sagged almost immediately. What could he say to that? Turned out he had a lot to say and in the most disapproving and disappointed tone I'd ever heard in my entire life.
"I asked you not to go," he said. "And though Samael is your father, the Angels have their own agenda. And you played into that agenda, Eve. By going to Heaven you have given them the endorsement they've craved, allowed them confidence against the rest of the Pantheons on an unprecedented leve
