Whatever spirit inhabited his body had no fear of pain, it hadn't in life and certainly not in death. Blood stained Aiden's leg and broken glass cut into his hands but all Aiden himself felt was a dull ache.
Above him, a crow flew, giving Am-Heh a view of what was happening so he didn't need to follow.
He was pulled onto his haunches, a gurgle coming from his throat. Aiden felt something dribble from the side of his mouth. Blood? Salvia? He couldn't tell.
Even though his blood had run cold at the approaching shadow, malformed and hunched, the spirit seemed excited. Waiting with tense expectancy for Babi to appear.
It did not need to wait long. The God, ungainly he might be, was swift when needed. His dark eyes took in the wretched form, slowly trailing the body that was no longer inhab
