"I'm not your slave." I snapped at him, earning a grin.
"No, you're not. You're my possession." He replied. My blood turned cold and I pushed myself away from his desk.
"You can't own a person." I whispered horrified. He looked up at me, amusement danced in his eyes.
"You're not a person, you're a nephilim, don't confuse the two." He replied sharply. I looked up at him with wide eyes.
"That's impossible." I cried. He sighed tiredly.
"Must you be so stupid? Angels are as real as demons, however finding blood of humans and angels are rare because angels are pledged to God and when they breed with humans they die." He said. Impossible.
He was crazy, wasn't he?
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Also, the second book is avaible!