The taste of ash gathered in my mouth as I grabbed the Ancient’s arm. “I haven’t gone through everything I have only to have my neck broken.” Twisting against the vise-like hold to face him, I welcomed the agony radiating down my spine and let it join the rising fury and swelling eather. Shadows laced with gold and silver appeared under my skin. “By some naked, winged, and faceless motherfucker covered in dirt.”
