Ivy
“So let me get this straight,” I pace back and forth across the bedroom floor, eyes wide. “Forget the bomb you dropped about me suddenly being an Angel of Death because we mated, and I’ll one day sprout wings. You’re telling me that Ava is still alive because her soul was ripped in two?”
“Yes.” Azrael stands in front of me, stopping me from pacing. “The problem with that is living with half a soul will eventually turn Ava into something not quite human or shifter.”
“What does that mean?”
Azrael takes my hands, stopping me from wringing them together. “It means Ava won’t be Ava for long. The half soul she does have will begin to rot along with her mind until there will be no choice but to put her down.”
“What!?” I scream. I didn’t mean to, but this is fucke.d up!
“I know this is c
