"Throw her down, Raziel! Toss her off! I'll catch her in my teeth!" The Sphinx paces furiously at the base of the wall, roaring into the night air.
"Absolutely not!" I yell over the rushing wind.
Raziel twists violently in the air, trying to shake me off like a dog shaking off a flea. But I am a Reaper. I stick to his interlocking wheels like superglue.
I pull myself up, crawling over his sacred rings until I am face-to-face—or rather, face-to-giant-glowing-eyeball—with his central core.
I stare directly into his golden pupil.
"Listen to me, Angel," I say, my voice dripping with sweet, deadly menace. "You are going to act like a good little taxi and fly me safely to my dorm window. Or else."
Raziel's synthesized, emotionless voice vibrates through the rings, cold and utterly unbothe
