s*x in death
The shadows were like oily tentacles, reaching out for the living energy of the people on the platform.
"Julian, the Shield!" I yelled.
Julian didn't have the marks, but he lunged forward, grabbing Miller’s shoulders. He used his own physical body to anchor the man. "Elowen, do it now! Draw the fragment out before he loses his soul!"
I grabbed Miller’s wrist. The "Forbidden Touch" hit us both, a violent spark of silver and violet. I reached into the cold darkness of his chest, my fingers closing around a small, jagged piece of what felt like frozen glass.