Nalestia had stayed totally silent when he had tried slipping into her thoughts, although she really wanted to tell him to go rot in a pit of hell so low that even satan dare not go near it. They had beeb together once, on mant levels and knew just the kinks that would hurt the other. Drake knew how she felt about being called a traitor, it hurt more than a kick to the chest toward a wall with a knife in the back, and had used it in spite of that knowledge. But if there was one thing that made the angel hurt was when she completely ingored him, twice it had set him into a rage that he had to go to heaven to clear his head