#Chapter 135 – Death

Laila’s knife sinks deep between Death’s shoulder blades and the final scream of a God fills the air as Death falls to his knees. The magic stops mid-stream, like a tap being suddenly turned off. I groan and tilt forward against Anton, who catches me and holds me against his chest. “Shit, June,” Tony whispers. For a moment all I can do is lean against him, my hands still gripping his shirt, gasping for breath. But suddenly my power comes back to me all in a rush, flooding through me like cool water, energy and will returning to my bones. I take just one second to rest my forehead against Anton’s chest and breathe, savoring the sweet, fresh air in my lungs that means I’m alive. And then I open my eyes and turn. The sight…takes my breath away with horror and awe. Laila, magnificent in long starry robes, her crescent moon ablaze on her forehead, standing above Death’s crouched form. He shudders and screams, a fine silver blade standing tall from his back, as grotesque