Asran looked at Ayrie then looked down at his hands. Slowly he rubbed them together, and then looked to Ayrie. “Can you tell me why she did it,” he asked her. “Because I still do not understand why. Why she, did this to me.” He looked at Ayrie with those same pleading eyes he’d given Astoria the night she’d cursed him. Nadia hadn’t told him she wasn’t able to before the angel ascended, and was able to hunt her. Even now she hid behind her illusion from the god.