s*x in death
"Elowen, you just performed a supernatural extraction. That should be impossible."
"I told you," I said, helping him sit up. "I'm the one who decides how this life goes. Not the Duke, and definitely not Silas."
But as the adrenaline began to ebb, the sky didn't clear. The fog didn't lift. From the darkness of the sea, a voice boomed—not from a helicopter, but from a massive holographic projection that shimmered over the waves.
It was Silas. He looked older than he did in the hospital, his face lined with a cold, intellectual curiosity.