A flash of brilliant light blinded her, and when the white dots before her eyes faded away, the servant lay in the corner. Crumpled. Perfectly still. Her arms splayed out at awkward angles, like the wings of a bird that had slammed into a window. Was she dead? Cas didn’t look closer to see. Because Asra had returned to her. She still lived. Her eyes were still closed, but now she was taking deeper breaths, louder breaths, and she was surrounded by a soft light.
Oh cas. Oh no. That’s not good.
