"I did think of it, if I'm honest," Anael admitted shamelessly. "But I'd hoped I wouldn't have to." He leaned back against the conference table, sliding his hands into the pockets of his jeans. "One of my brethren is stationed here in London. He is... friends... with his demon counterpart. The demon might help. But he is a demon."

He would not help out of the kindness of his heart, and there was no telling whether he would tell the truth.

Not to mention the fact that being in his presence grated on Anael's very soul. Being around any of his Fallen brethren made his heart ache for them.