His thoughts were cut off when Suriel reversed the Scythe and held it out to him. The weapon struggled in her grip, but she held it with a firm will. “Enough. He lent you to me, and I lend you now to my ally. The strongest among us.” Suriel, the Phoenix, met his eyes. “I have faith in him.” Makiel knew what she was doing. She was seeking to patch over the oldest wound in the Court of Seven. Even this, she sought to heal. She wouldn’t be able to do it. This wouldn’t lead to change. He took the Scythe anyway.
