Kai hugged his distressed wife tightly.
"Just calm down. I'll summon Azrael," he murmured against her hair.
Only then did Ren release a shaky breath.
When Kai pulled back from their warm embrace, Ren immediately sensed Azrael's presence nearby.
"Why did you call me, brother?" Azrael asked lightly. "Another wish that must be granted?"
He stood by the open window, where the lazy wind carried the first scent of rain. The sky would be fierce tonight.
"How much do you know about the immortal weapon Lutherieth is keeping in Deagara?" Kai asked.
Azrael's brows lifted in mild surprise. "What weapon?"
"A spike made from the Tree of Life," Ren said, her voice tightening. She frowned, her heart sinking, her stomach twisting into knots. He was surprised. "And what do you mean, you don't know?"
"When I left, there was no such thing," Azrael answered. "And after escorting Niemoieth's husband to the Underworld, I never returned."
The couple exchanged a dangerous glance.
