The moments following the elysian's death were more than a little awkward. Arthur had never seen Iris this angry. She was struggling to control her aura, whispers of hellfire randomly appearing around her and burning holes in reality. Ayesha’s eyebrows scrunched up, and Arthur sent a wave of healing ether through her.“This was my mistake,” Iris finally said, unclenching her hands. All the energy seemed to leave her, and she sighed in exhaustion. “It was my fault too,” Arthur said. “I should have anticipated something like this would have happened.”Iris looked at him sadly. “No, the blame for this rests solely on my shoulders. I pushed too far, too fast. I overstepped my boundaries. This was a reminder.”Arthur frowned. Iris had lost him there. “A reminder for what?”“That I’m not as untouchable as I thought. That the people around me will pay in my stead.”Arthur was starting to feel uneasy. The hair on his arms stood up on end, and he shivered. Iris had always been sure of herself. Even in the face of the most harrowing odds, she’d never faltered. The uneasy feeling grew until it became impossible to ignore. His heart was thundering in his chest, releasing a wave of defensive nether around his body. The false angel was dead, there were no threats around them, so why was his body so terrified? Wovan suddenly hissed loudly, all forty-four of her bodies, and the ‘wrongness’ in the air dissipated somewhat. That got a reaction out of Iris. The fae princess looked shocked, disbelief painted across her face. Arthur frowned. “Tell me what's going on, Iris. Is someone trying to blackmail you?”Iris shook her head sadly. “If only it were that simple, Art. I finally understand why my father never helped me with my investigations.”His girlfriend was staring wistfully into the distance, her mind focused somewhere else.Arthur snorted and walked over to her. He grabbed her by the shoulders (...)