"Nothing about me is worth telling," Adam said, accent still thick and not looking at Alec. He kept Emily cradled in his arms, holding her as tight as he dared while being careful not to crush her. "I don't know anything about magic. I don't have any angel blood. I'm just stubborn."

He opened a door at random and stopped short in surprise at the sumptuous banquet spread laid out across an enormous table. It was enough food to feed Adam for a year, and it was all hot and fresh, like it had just been laid. His stomach rumbled loudly at the smell of it, and all Adam could do was stare.