Adriel stared at the newcomer. Was that...? That was Ezekiel, wasn't it? Even though his clothes were tighter and more punk, and his hair styled in an artfully-bleached mess, the daemon would have recognized him no matter what. If nothing else, the rosary around his neck was a dead giveaway.<br/><br/>His food arrived and he barely had the thought to thank Daisy, unable to stop staring at the angel sitting a mere thirty feet away from him.<br/><br/>What was the blond doing here? Last time Adri had seen him had been in rainy, cool Seattle, just before Tristan had nearly finished them both off. He thought for certain the archangel had sent Zee to hell.<br/><br/>It wasn't safe though, for Zee to be here, in such close proximity to Tristan. He was going to get himself killed again.