Xavael's wings drew in to dive towards the falling Marcus. I held the angel back.
"No! It is too dangerous! He is a thief of souls! He will draw the angel from your host and enslave it!"
The angel stared back at me in disbelief. A twinge of mortal fear passed through his eyes like a storm cloud.
Like I designed him to do...
There was no time to mourn. We bolted in opposite directions an instant before the Queen had us in her grasp.