For a split second, Lux considered her options--she'd already told this being far more than she should, the smart thing to do would be to backpedal. Of course, Lux had never been known to do that, not when she was in the right. And if she hadn't backed down before Michaela's cold rage or Gabriel's desperate pleas, she wasn't about to do it for this one's needling.

She spread her shattered wings--what was left of them, all six, would be visible here, even if it wasn't her Heaven. "You should speak of my home with more respect," she replied, carefully keeping her voice even.