Damien’s body twisted up into a macabre shape and melded into a pile of sand. The next gust of wind blew the sand away and there was nothing there to see anymore.
He was gone just like that.
“It’s over,” Lucian announced.
He still couldn’t quite believe he had killed Damien. Their long friendship had culminated in his death. It felt a little sardonic.
“Hand the sword back,” Aubyn instructed. “It was the agreement.”
Lucian passed the sword back with a careful hand. Aubyn looked grimly satisfied with him. Now Lucian felt like he had a lot more questions for the Grim Reaper. Why had that sword never turned up before?
“Thank you for that. He was very annoying,” Aubyn replied as he put the blade back into his jacket pocket.
Lucian went to check on Genevieve. She was looking more with i
