Damien could have snapped at the rough treatment, but why mess up how his plan was unfurling? At the moment, whether Genevieve realized it or not, he was calling the shots. Sure, he was only allowed half his power, and he really could't do too much on his own with just that, but it was all working in his favor.

When the cuff around his left hand was removed, the chain that had connected the two bands instantly disappeared. He could feel the surge of his power flow through him, just a small petcentage having returned. Still, it felt good to be on even, if not higher, grounds with most of the others that currently surrounded him.

"Not so fast, Angel," he spoke, his eyes narrowed slightly. "I promised to lead you and your flock to it. You already know its approximate location, but you'll never find it unless you know where to look."

He glanced out the window, the bright morning light shining down on the quickly bustling city of Atlanta.

"We must go deeper into the city, to the church between the crossings of Baytown and Lishter."