“I’m bringing you back,”I promise Sin’s spirit.
“I–”he starts, but we’re both distracted by another ripple in the air.
“That was fast.” I start to turn around, expecting to see Arianna and Ragna. But I don’t move more than a millimeter before my body freezes in place.
“I thought they’d never leave,” a dainty voice notes.
“Thank you,” a second voice says with a wheeze, “for removing the God of Death.” Another rattling breath. “This will be easier, without him.”
Two figures step in front of me. One is an old crone, and the other looks middle-aged. Both share the same,opaque black eyes and hair, and even with the age differences, I recognize them.
The family resemblance is impossible to miss.
The Fates.
Chapter 65
Vivian’s Point of View
Rule sixty-five:Fuck their laws. Break every last one.
The Fates are already at my side.
“Sin, RUN!”I beg in my mind when my mouth refuses to move.
At the same time, I try to call my power, to run and protect him.
Nothing is working.
There’s a choking, raspy sound.
No…
I can’t see him. Not even my eyes will shift to check my peripheral vision, and he isn’t responding.
“Sin, please! If you’re still here, you need to leave now!”I beg.
The middle-aged Fate steps back into my line of sight, wiping her mouth. There’s an eerieblue sheen to her skin now, and she has a lazy smile. “We have claimed what was promised.”
“His debt has been repaid,” the other rasps, wobbling a bit on her feet. She drops two pieces of gray thread onto his lifeless corpse before the air wavers, and they disappear.
The moment they’re gone, whatever froze me in place dissipates, and I whirl around.
“Sin?”
“SIN!” I scream as I try to find his spirit.
But it’s no use.
He’s gone.
An anguished scream tears from my lungs.
They ate his spirit.
His spirit is gone.
Without it, he can’t be reborn.
