Adriel shook his head. "Don't be foolish. You've known me for a week. That's not love, that's lust." He wasn't an angel; he had no powers of healing. Instead, all he could do was put pressure on the wound, try to staunch the bleeding. If...If Zee died... Adri shook his head. "Shouldn't you be able to heal yourself?"<br/><br/>He wasn't a fixer. No, there was nothing Adri could do.<br/><br/>"If you die, I'll avenge you," he promised instead. To be honest, Tristan was going to die anyway. There was no way Adri would let him live now. He was dangerous to<i>all</i>immortals, angels and daemons alike. He needed to be stopped.<br/><br/>"You<i>are</i>stupid," he agreed quietly. "But you're a good one."