Ezra was ill-suited to righting wrongs, preferring prevention. Alas, humanity had been designed to falter, flail, fail. He could not save them all, so he studiously ignored the masses.
But Sarah had called out, old words in a new tongue, screamed in desperation, her curse compelling him to action.
thug spat caustic threats to intimidate, useless against the already
fallen. Ezra took joy in removing the villain’s soul, an intimate act of
No one was meant to see, but half-dead Sarah watched intently. “Momma always said beware avenging angels.”
He held out his hand.
She took it.