Alpha Enzo
Davin’s green eyes widened.
“Yeah. What about him?”
“The fallen shall rise,” he breathed, his gaze going distant. “It’s in one version of the prophecy.”
“Excuse me,” interrupted Marla, crossing her arms, “but what are you on about?”
“Samael is considered to be Lucifer’s original name, in some texts,” I explained, though my eyes never once left Davin’s face. An entire discourse of hope and anguish were playing out across his chiselled features. “The original fallen angel.”
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