“Ronaaaan—”
“Shut the fuck up and listen! Do you know what sindr is?”
“Sindr?” Arlen scoffed. “I don’t mess with that shit, it’s absolutely vile. Why?”
“Because I’ve got someone OD-ing on the stuff right in front of me!”
“Well, damn, Ronan, call an—”
“I can’t!”
Arlen huffed. “I mean, in a pinch a seraph’s feather can—”
Dammit, why hadn’t I thought of that myself?
I hung up on the elf.
“Sorry about this,” I said a second before I ripped a handful of feathers out of one of the seraph’s wings.
“What the hell, dude?”
I took the seizing witch and laid him on the floor, foam licking the corners of his mouth. One of the feathers in hand, I ripped open his shirt, pausing just for a moment with a quick plea to Ravaric, and shoved the quill into his heart, holy light flashing in his veins and spreading through his chest.
He gasped, shooting straight up and taking in huge gulpfuls of air.
“Griffin!” the seraph cried, cradling him and stroking his head. “Griffin, are you okay?”
The witch couldn’t even speak. Tears streamed down his face as his body still trembled.
“Let’s get you out of here.”
I tried to help them up, but the seraph shoved me back. “Fuck you, demon. Don’t you dare touch him.”
My skin was cold, and I placed the rest of the feathers I’d taken on the edge of the sink and backed up. “I’m really sorry, I didn’t…”
They ignored me as they hobbled out of the bathroom, the seraph giving me one more icy glare before the door shut behind them.
The backpack was heavy in my hand as I stood there, trying to calm myself down.
Bruum was one thing, but this sindr shit was going to kill Magiks.
After a quick calculation, I realized I had about eighty-two hundred runics worth of merch to push.
I dumped the contents in the toilet, and then stopped by the bank on the way home.
If I had to pay for all these tests out of my own pocket, so be it.
43
The Navigator
Sage
Captain’s Log, Cycle 47
The stars are quiet tonight, but not for long. Most of the crew of the Starlight Dominion sleeps soundly in their cryopods, oblivious to the chaos that erupts with a blaring alarm. An alien vessel approaches from the port side…
Ibreathed in through my nose, and out through my mouth as Victor took a step closer from the left, willing my body into a show of submission. My shoulders relaxed, my head swiveling every so slightly, and I leaned towards him.
