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“But we need to keep you safe,” Cassian argues, but I shake my head.

“This is something Wren and I have to do. It’s what we were born to do. If you want to keep us safe, keep the other angels off us.”

I shoot off toward Michael, hoping they listen to me as Wren trails behind me.

It’s time we end this.

Chapter Twenty-two

Audrey

We don’t slow down as we rush toward Michael, nor does he. Lifting my hand, I shoot hellfire at him. Wren follows suit, but he manages to dodge both of our attacks.

“You both might have gained new powers, but so did I. It’s why we had to wait until tonight and why it had to be in Leyton. The witches made sure I couldn’t fail.” Michael taunts us as he shoots lightning bolts toward us.

We easily dodge them, each sending another stream of hellfire at him.

“Why don’t you just give up? You’ve already lost it, you just don’t know it.”

I growl, dodging another lightning bolt. “And why don’t you shut the fuck up and fight us like a man instead of taunting us?”

Michael’s smile is cruel as he inclines his head. “If that’s what you want.”

My eyes go wide when a wall of lightning rushes at me and Wren. I release my hold on my magic, allowing gravity to drop me quickly so I can dodge it. A sigh of relief leaves me when I see Wren still hovering at my side.

“Do we even know what all he’s capable of?”

I shake my head at her question. I never thought to ask what powers he had. Not that it matters if he gained new powers.

“We can do this, Wren.”

She nods, her face calm and serene as her attention turns back to Michael. “Let’s do this.”

We launch ourselves toward him, and soon, magic is flying all around us. Lightning and hellfire rush through the sky as we dip and dodge each other’s attacks. Michael might have been confident that he would be able to beat us, but right now, it seems like we’re evenly matched.

Yes, there are two of us, but Wren and I are parts of the same soul. When we work together, we are one. I just wish we were stronger than we are.

When Michael summons a sword into his hand, I curse. I didn’t have my mom make a weapon for me, knowing my hellfire should be all I needed. Except Michael’s sword is crackling with lightning. I might not have been hit by his lightning, but I was hit by someone else’s. From everything I can tell, his is much stronger than the one I was hit by.

Wren pulls a sword out of thin air, and I blink at her. “What the hell?”

“I have no idea. I just knew it was there.” She shrugs, clearly just as confused as I am.

“Great. Now I’m the only one without a weapon.”

Cassian buzzes by us, chasing an angel. His sword drives into their chest, and when he jerks it free, the angel falls to the ground below. “Don’t forget you’re a reaper. You always have your scythe.”

Oh. Right. Duh.

If I wasn’t in the middle of trying to kill someone, I’d facepalm myself.

How did I forget about my scythe?

With just a thought, it appears in my hand. My hellfire runs along it as it lights up pink and turquoise.

Then we’re rushing back into the fight, swinging our weapons to meet Michael’s attack. He’s much better with his sword than we are with our weapons, and we’re barely able to hold our own. I’m really not liking our chances right now.

There has to be a way to turn this around, but I can’t think of anything.