He glowered and licked his lips, closing his mouth slowly. "I think we understand each other," I said, pocketing my beloved Colt.
Raindrops soaked my hair and eyelashes, making the surroundings a blur of black and glinting silvers. I shielded my head from the storm, snuggling into my hood and gazing steely at the ground below.
"I would break you in a moment, if only Samael..." Dumah muttered, threat dying in his rotting mouth.
"I get that a lot," I said, licking the lemon filling from my fingers and resigning myself to watching the dancing flames that belted us. Dumah's grip clamped down on me, his icy clutches penetrating my clothes and freezing me to the core.
I winced and fell silent, forbidding myself from provoking him further. We had come to a glassy river that snaked through the Blue Mountains like a ribbon.
