s*x in death
"We are the Architects. And you, Elowen, are the most expensive piece of equipment we’ve ever manufactured. We’d like it back."
"You aren't taking her anywhere," Julian growled.
He lunged for the man, but the Executor didn't move. He simply tapped his cane again. Julian hit an invisible wall in the air, a shockwave of force throwing him back against a stack of iron crates.
"Julian!" I screamed.
I felt the heat start to rise in my palms. The Scythe wasn't gone. It was just waiting for a reason to wake up. I looked at the Executor, and for a second, my vision flickered violet.