Deidre felt Harmony's light touch as the death dealer brushed her hair aside.
One of Harmony's men.
She hesitated, though, not wanting to walk into another trap of Harmony's death dealers.
Right now, no part of her was willing to protect Harmony's soul from Darkyn the way she planned to Past-Death's.
Harmony's frown was fierce.
The determination in Harmony's voice left him no doubt she'd do it.
Harmony's voice held a hushed note of reverence that irked Gabriel.
Gabe glanced up at Harmony's voice.
"Gabriel," Harmony's voice was hesitant.
"We're all here," Harmony's voice carried a note of uneasiness.