Chapter 80

Malach's eyes glittered fervently. They were black, not blue, and the hair peeking out from the edge of the mask was a dark blond. The incongruities were dismissible because if this was an illusion, everything was adjustable, including the build, which was similar to Levi's but a couple inches shorter.

"Return that which is mine," he said, "and I shall allow you to live."

"You'll have to be more specific." I bit into the jerky.

"The feather." His lips compressed into a flat line.

If I needed a final nail in the coffin against Malach being a real angel, I had it. The feather was so chock-full of power that it rolled off in waves, therefore, his magic should have overwhelmed me, but I didn't even get a blip.

I didn't have any radar to verify if someone was Nefesh unless they used their magic and I smelled it. Levi's stupid magic excepted.