Devin carried the used items to the trash bin, his mouth a thin, pensive line. He would have to give her fair warning, if he let her walk around near his soul. Doing so would put her in danger, even if everything went as well as it could.

She had most of the pieces already, anyway. Perhaps if he gave her another nudge, she'd figure it out for herself. "You already have an idea of what we might face if you put what I've told you together. He's only a fragment, but he's still an angel; and of all the insanity we have in this place, it's the Death plane that's triggering him," he laid out, leaning his hands on the counter. It wasn't the most difficult math.