Chapter 216

It was a vine, which now bound my ankle. Great, that hadn't been the illusionist who had imprisoned Rafael during the Ba'al showdown.

I gathered all my fury and let it show in my eyes. The blood red dagger that casually appeared in my hand didn't hurt either. "Asherah isn't coming back. Should I get even the faintest hint that you're pulling this shit again, I'll - "

"What? Rip our magic away?"

The vine burned hotter against my leg and I hissed, sorely tempted.

I made the dagger disappear. We may have gotten off to a bad start, but we were on the same side. Asherah good, Chariot bad. "I wouldn't do that to you, but if your faith is as strong as you claim, then respect that Asherah wanted to protect people, not hurt them. I don't see how feeding people to Ba'al falls into the protection category, let alone would be something she'd be proud of."