"I call you all here today to discuss the grave matters that have befallen us in recent days, and make you aware of the fate of our own kind, of Faey, if we remain indignant of them."
I announce, to which an angel in the eaves snickers to himself, making no attempt to hide his disbelief from the rest of the room. Besides me, Kal comes to place a hand on my shoulder, steadying me as my gaze flies up to the thin, pallid angel who flits carelessly above our heads. Unfortunately, it is not a sight I had not been expecting. Ithuriel had warned me of two angels among the ranks of the Illistrae clan that may make my bargaining for peace more hassle than its worth to anyone other than myself.