“‘I didn’t believe it when the boy told me,’ Greyhand growled. ‘Not Talon, I thought. He’d have the courage to do what was right when his time came.’ “‘Greyhand…’ The seraph smiled and tried to rise. ‘Let me explain, old frien—’ “Talon gasped as Greyhand’s sword sank hilt-deep into his chest, out through his back, red and bright. The seraph’s bloodshot eyes grew wide as Greyhand twisted the silversteel blade up through his ribs, cleaving his treacherous heart.
GASP
