Miles
Jasper was dead.
Even as I dragged Faith by the hand from the crumbling building I couldn’t get the thought out of my head.
Jasper was dead.
We had always been told we wouldn’t ever die, as long as we didn’t take unnecessary risks we would literally live forever and yet he was dead and I was still alive.
The angel. Sam or what ever his real name was had snuffed him out like he was nothing more than a bug that needed to be killed. It didn’t matter to him that Jasper was loved. It didn’t matter to him that Jasper had mattered not only to us and his people. Who were obviously scared now if the throngs of people running for their lives was anything to go by but also by Faith.
He had killed him anyway.
There would be no reasoning with him. And there would be no mercy if we lost thi
