Chapter 32
Cade gave a maniacal laugh, waving his sword in my face.
‘I’m going to enjoy watching you die, reaper. You are a perversion that should never have been allowed to live.’ He pointed the tip of his sword at my damaged wing. ‘An abomination, parading yourself around with what only the most holy of our kind should ever possess. You are no Ha’niel to wear silver wings.’
For once, the thought of reaping an illegitimate soul did not trouble me as much as it normally would. It was him or me.
And I chose me.
I focused on the draw of his soul, calling it to me.
It responded, briefly, but I lost contact with it when I was jostled from the side, pain flaring through my damaged wing. I slipped lower in the sky, narrowly avoiding the outstretched sword of the Tr’lirian who had banged in
