The Wrath of the Fallen (Gods & Monsters, #4)

by Amber V. Nicole

She’s fast. Samkiel had told me over and over again, yet I’d still never learn. It was only a second since I had checked that rubble, but a second too long. Nismera stood only feet away, coated in dust and debris, holding her golden spear. My eyes widened, and my heart thudded, time slowing. Her smile was crooked and cruel, her teeth flashing brightly in her blood-covered face. She pointed the tip of the spear at Samkiel’s back, and the power along its edge grew. I knew what it would do, what it would take, and how fast it would eat through him. Was this what the poets wrote sonnets about? Was this what Gabby had meant when she spoke of a love that far outweighed yourself? Whatever it was, I allowed my heart to make the choice for me. My turn was nearly instinctive. Samkiel looked at me, bewildered as I held his arms. Then his eyes went wide with terror and rage. He’d seen Nismera and the spear. The power emanating from it made the air waver, but she held it, controlled it, directed it. He looked into my eyes and knew what I was going to do, and he hated me for it. He threw his hand out, not to block the stream of power coming from the spear, but to push me away. I watched it all in slow motion, knowing it was already too late. The light grew brighter as it hit my body. His sword clattered to the floor. Heat pierced my back, and I saw his mouth shape a word. I thought it might have been no. Fool. He was a fool to think I’d let something happen to him. Was it possible that ...

No way she actually dies