s*x in death
"I’ve lived ten lives, Julian. I’m done being afraid of the truth. I’m going to kill the man who started this, and then... you and I are going to have a very long talk."
We walked toward the green light. But as we reached the door, it didn't open. Instead, a voice whispered from the walls themselves.
"To enter the Altar, the Scythe must be fed," Silas’s voice echoed. "But not with blood. With a sacrifice of the heart."
The floor beneath Julian began to sink.
"Elowen!" he shouted, reaching for me.
A wall of solid stone slammed down between us, cutting off his voice. I was alone in front of the door.