“What of her soul?” Death tilted his head toward me. “That’s what worries you? Not the return, but her soul?” I said nothing. “Soul?” Death tsked. “The fractured thing it is. It’s a jagged, crushed thing, the remnants buried within him.” My back straightened, and Death caught it. My mind whirled. I had not seen that outcome either. “Her soul is in Samkiel?” “What is left of it. Two beings in one. It seems Samkiel was strong enough to bear it,” Death said and sipped his tea.
