Chapter 7
“The call to arms,” Peliel yelled over the sound.
Haziel looked torn between Zeke’s obvious discomfort with the noise and wanting to find out why the f**k someone was making that sound. Peliel darted a glance at them both, then strode out of the tent circle like his feathers were on fire.
The noise assaulting Zeke’s ears stopped and he pulled his hands away from his ears with a wary glare toward the direction Peliel left. The ringing was more than a nuisance. The uncontrollable urge to feed that stupid thing to whoever used it rode him hard. “What the f**k was that, Haziel?”
Air moved differently as Haziel came up to Zeke’s side. His elbow was cupped and the angel urged him to his feet with a little encouragement. “Someone blew on the horn we use as the call to arms. It is sp
