Chapter Thirty-SevenIo was immobile, unmoving as his enemy dropped an arrow—straight onto the broken trap.
Samantha closed her eyes. Not like this, she thought.
The clang of metal on metal filled the church, a noise so rapturous Samantha had to look. She stifled a cheer. Io stood, a step away from his previous position, his blade held out to one side blocking the thrust Karael aimed at Io's head.
“You can stop this, my brother. All is not lost. There is still time to undo what was done.”
Karael grimaced, using brute force to battle Io. The body once filled with life by Lucas had not healed from the recent battle in the reactor core. Flesh hung in tatters from his face. Part of his jawbone was visible. Burns streaked his arms where veins were crisped under his skin. His wings, the only
