Eliza’s mouth fell open as she watched Mordecai draw his own blade. He drew it across the throats of the seraphs faster than Eliza could track, and as the males slumped to their knees, his blade sliced the wings from their backs. He looked over his shoulder at her and Razik. “Some flame.” Then his gaze swept over all the fallen seraphs, and he added, “All of them.”
