CAIN
The f*****g angel was heavier than I had anticipated. Or maybe it was that I was just that weakened. Whatever it was hauling his feathered ass across the desolate landscape to the nest was a bigger undertaking than I had imagined. I could feel his life beating out of him in time to his heart, the bond between us slowly growing fainter. Castor would be our only hope, but I had to get him there first. Shamshiel was trying to hide the extent of his injuries from me, and he was succeeding; at least outwardly. If it weren’t for the bond I wouldn’t know how bad they were, but I did. I also knew he had no interest in living anymore, something I felt as well. At least he could die. Jealousy tore through me at the thought. Never before had I hated my curse from God as much as at this moment,
