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“He won’t let you go,” Gabriel said over the wind.
I dove forward, pulling Alex out of the fight and far from the circle. He was shivering, his blood dripping from wounds.
“Daddy,” he whispered, his voice frail. His voice choked, his chest heaving. “I thought you were dead.”
“Far from it, boy,” I said.
I held him to me, watching as my friend drew out his scythe.
The black shadow continued to pull on Cambriel, pulling him towards the portal.
“He won’t let go unless I take your wing!” the Barista yelled. “He will devour you, fallen angel or not!”
Cambriel let out a strained scream, his pain visible. “He wouldn’t!”
“He will! I can’t hold you forever!”
“Do it!” Gabriel bellowed.
“Don’t take my wing,” Cam cried.
He let out another pained scream, but then the Barista made the decision for him.
The scythe glinted, swinging down and slicing straight through the joint of the gray wing against his back.
I winced, making sure that Alex couldn’t see. Cam was freed, falling forward and into Gabriel’s arms. His blood was golden, dripping down his back.
The Barista raised his scythe just as the shadows whispered, receding back into the portal.
“I’ll return for you soon.”
The Barista burst into flames, his scythe striking the ground. The magic that was binding everything shattered like a mirror, the portal zipped up.
The screaming died, replaced by the soft sobs of Cam.
The witches slumped to the ground, dead.
Gabriel glanced at me, his eyes falling on my human for a moment.
Before he had joined us, he would have resented Alex. Part of me expected him to, but instead, his expression softened. He held Cam, looking back to the Barista.
“Fuck,” the Barista sighed, turning to look at the two of them. “Cam, I’m so sorry.”
“It’ll grow back, right?” Gabriel whispered.
The Barista was silent, which was an answer in and of itself.
“You’re just as bad as he is,” Gabriel growled, immediately scooping up Cam.
“I can help take the pain—”
“You’ve done enough,” Gabriel snapped, taking off into the air with Cam.
The Barista watched them leave and then shook his head, looking at me.
“We need to get the two of you home,” the Barista said, his voice sad.
“I’m sorry you had to do that,” I said, frowning.
