Astraea's POV
I hated to admit it, but I was stuck.
Since stepping into the human world, I'd quickly learned that most things here could be found if you knew where to look. Demons? Simple. You just needed the right ritual, the right words, and maybe some blood if you wanted to be dramatic.
Anyone could summon us, even the most pitiful human, but angels…they were a different story.
Not only were they proud and annoyingly self-righteous, but they didn't just appear for anyone. You couldn't simply summon them the way humans summoned demons, and for someone like me that's considered a high-ranking demon, getting anywhere near an angel without being attacked first was nearly impossible.
Still, I needed one.
I didn't want to admit it out loud, but I was running out of time to fix it. If I could find an angel, someone who could meddle with soul bonds without killing her, maybe there was still a chance.
Of course, Draven had been no help.
