“All who live must one day die,” Death whispered. “You’ll find her again, Aris.” “Or you can save her.” It was Signa who spoke, her words hardly audible as she took hold of Aris’s arm. “You are a deity,” she prodded. “Two birds with one stone, Aris. Do what needs to be done, and save her.” This time, Death heard her. He swept forward with a hiss of reproach. “Signa,” he called, but the girl didn’t meet his stare. Her eyes bore into Fate’s, then flickered once, briefly, toward Chaos. And he understood. Aris stood, lifting Blythe with him, and set her in Death’s gloved arms. “Take her back to
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