Samandriel drew up regally then, wings casting shadows on the wall behind him that flickered with the light of the fire that trapped him. "Until I had that violin in my hands and realized that allowing my sister to do what she wished to do when she first became aware of your existence would solve nothing. You were helping in your own particular way and had earned none of the wrath of me or mine."
If Carrick was going to make such a display, there was no reason why the angel shouldn't make it equally clear that he would defend himself. Whatever crossed into the circle wouldn't be coming out again save, perhaps, Carrick himself. "And I will call you as I please, Helios. You hold no place to command me any longer. Just because your fae has a habit of digging places he oughtn't doesn't mean you should spend an arm and a leg on holy oil and your idea of revenge."