"I do not wish for a fancy palace, Abaddon," Camael stated, albeit with a soft smile on her face. She followed Abaddon, hands tucked behind her back. She realized she'd been doing that for a while now. She always found herself facing Abaddon's back, following his lead. Being an angel, she'd been taught that everything happened for a reason. What was the reason for her sight always being the man's back? Was that some sort of symbolism that she would always be following him? Following him to where though? To salvation? Or to damnation?

She shook her head and sped up her pace so that she was side by side with Abaddon. That seemed better. "I never pegged you as the kind to live in an abandoned house."