wrist, preventing him from either digging deeper or
withdrawing. “And I’ll get my own damned answers
in my own damned way. Leave go.”
But Gahiji only stared at him and held his place, and
with each second they argued, Roxy’s life slipped
away. Dagan wanted to howl. To rant. To rip the other
soul reaper limb from limb and paint himself with his
blood. But more than any of that, he wanted to save her.
“What do we do?” Alastor asked, his tone calm and
clipped and proper, his accent thicker than usual. His
calm helped pull Dagan back from the edge.
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“We fix her,” Dagan said, frantically sifting through
ideas and discarding each one. If they pulled out
Gahiji’s hand, Roxy would bleed out in seconds, but
how long would she survive with his fist buried in her
chest?
“Dae,” she rasped, the word faint. She shifted her
gaze from Gahiji to Dagan, and he saw hope and determination there, as though she thought she could
survive. As though she expected him to save her. He
felt the weight of her expectations, too heavy. He was
sickened by the knowledge of his impending defeat.
For all his supernatural skill and power, he had no
clue how to fix this. Even Sutekh couldn’t return the
dead to life.
But he could make soul reapers out of them…
The second the thought hit him, he discounted it as
a possibility. To a one, soul reapers were male.
Besides, he couldn’t see the old man welcoming a