“Ozmanthus wouldn’t back down,” she said. Ozriel felt like he’d slammed into a wall. He didn’t want to be Ozmanthus. He’d worked so hard not to be. He wanted to be Eithan. “I didn’t know you were going to say that,” Eithan muttered. Suriel didn’t give him a smug expression, but he could tell she wanted to. “I can at least hide that much.” “I will use the Scythe,” Makiel said. And, though it twisted everything inside him, Ozriel nodded. “Take it.” With that permission, the energy of the weapon suddenly flowed more smoothly. It still wouldn’t be easy for the Hound to use, but better than before.
