Chapter 59

A perfectly nice murder just got a lot more complicated.

I jerked back. "Fuck balls!"

Omar's eyes bore into me with a terrified pleading look.

The feather had paralyzed him, entombed him in a death-like state, but with it out of his body, its hold had loosened enough to feel the magic that wrapped around and through him like a spiderweb on a fly. It rolled off him in waves and I didn't have to get close to know that, left like this, that magic would slowly and painfully kill him.

My one-of-a-kind blood powers allowed me to strip away magic and destroy it. I could save Omar.

I could also stick my hand in a dark hole and hope it didn't get bitten off. If this feather was a weapon, engaging with its magic might make me the next victim, and who would come to my aid? I wouldn't even be the second Jew known for a resurrection. I'd just be - I looked down at Omar - that.