Chapter 175

I clutched the scroll in my hand tighter. I'd found the second piece, tying us with Chariot. Not much further. My Attendant would be waiting and I'd be safe from the man with the portal magic.

Starbursts exploded behind my lids, a searing agony doubling me over. A blade stuck out of my middle and blood gushed out through my fingers onto the red sands of the Negev. If you ignored the part where my pink fleshy bits were hanging out, the crimson stain I made on the ground was kind of pretty, almost like one of the crown anemones that blanketed this area in February. Admittedly, I wouldn't bring this particular bouquet to a dinner party, but there was a certain fascination factor to seeing myself from this particular angle.

Pro tip: shoving your large intestine back into your body wasn't an effective use of your death throes. I launched myself at the man in the Bedouin robes, slapped my palm against the bloody ear hanging raggedly from his head, and sent my magic into his.