“Heal him,” Bitter insisted, refusing to look over at the old man or Aloe’s desperate attempts. Mr. Nelson could not die. Her voice rose in a hiss. “I know you can heal him. He was alive just a moment ago!” “Now he is not.” Vengeance looked down at her. “This is the way of mortality, little gate. He has crossed over.” Bitter felt a loud madness seeping into her head. “Then bring him back!” she screamed at the angel. He had fed her pie. Eddie loved him. “Bring him back!”
