TWENTY-FOUR
TIME PASSED. I DON’T know how much because consciousness returned slowly to me, but when I regained my senses I was aware of the sound of a woman sobbing and a man screaming his fury at the top of his lungs.
I smiled even without opening my eyes. My plan had worked. I hadn’t been sure if the Hashmallim would be able to extract me alone from the maelstrom of a powerful tornado, counting on the probability that they would just suck the whole mess out of the Court and into limbo. “Welcome to the Akasha,” I said.
Strong hands jerked me off the ground, holding my neck in a vise of pain. Spots danced before my eyes as Milo’s contorted face swam in and out of focus.
“You! You did this to us! You have destroyed everything!”
“Yes, I did. I’m just glad it worked,” I croaked, kicking
