“Should you choose to tell her why, you’ll only ruin all my fun. Soon thereafter you shall die, bit by bit and both are done.” Alizeh felt the grip of a familiar terror. “Iblees,” she breathed. “Yes,” he said quietly. “What does he mean—bit by bit and both are done?” Cyrus only shook his head. “Right,” Alizeh said, wringing her hands. “You can’t say.”
