There was absolute silence. The bird watched while the angel…Uzzi’el stared at him. Pasha was afraid to move, to disturb the tableau.
“What rebellion?” Uzzi’el asked eventually.
The bird heaved an exaggerated sigh. “This is impossible,” it said fluffing its feathers. “I told you it was a crazy plan. I told you something was bound to go wrong, but would you listen? Would you hell? Nothing’s going to happen, Fierro, you said. You worry too much, Fierro, you said. It’s foolproof, you said. It’s