He struggles to breathe. One… Two… His eyes lose focus and gaze at nothing. There’s no life in them. I stare at him for a second longer to make sure he’s dead, reassuring myself that angel swords really can kill angels. I look up. Raffe and the others are frozen in the middle of their fight. Everyone is staring at us. A human girl. Killing a warrior angel. In a sword fight. Impossible. I’m frozen too. My arms are still up, holding the blade, poised to strike again. I glance back at the dead body of Burnt, trying to wrap my mind around the fact that I killed an angel warrior.
