“Will!” I screamed, wildly reaching for him. I beat and clawed at the reaper’s leathery skin, but he ignored me as we flew up and away. Panic sent shock waves through my body as I twisted and flailed, desperate to get away. The alley was disappearing far below me.

Will broke free from Orek, tearing away from claws and gnashing teeth, and he dived beneath beating wings.

“Ellie!” He ran down the street, his ivory wings spreading from his back, and he jumped into the air after me, sword in hand. He was lighter and faster than the nycterid, and when he reached us, he swung his sword, but Jabur’s other foot collided with Will’s chest, sending him careening downward. The wind rushed violently into my face like an arctic hurricane, and I struggled to see where Will had fallen, my heart pounding in my ears. I cried his name again, but I couldn’t catch sight of him. Jabur lurched suddenly, dropping several feet in the air, and my stomach jerked into my throat before we steadied again. I twisted my head to see Will’s wings stretched out above Jabur. The nycterid swung his body left and right, trying to shake Will off. Jabur’s long snout crunched his crooked teeth together, and he made a dragonlike hiss.

The nycterid jerked into a barrel roll, and Will slid free. He dropped through the air until he was beneath us. His wings beat hard and he flew up ahead of Jabur. He slashed his sword down with a furious cry, slicing the blade through Jabur’s neck. The reaper’s head fell away and vanished. The rest of his body slowed its flight as it hardened into rock.

And then I fell, still trapped in the clutches of the stone reaper. I plummeted much faster than we’d risen, the immense weight of the giant reaper’s stone body hurling us both toward the ground. I screamed until I was nearly deaf from the sound of my own voice and the wind rushing into my face. I beat at the rock leg, trying to break free, and I saw Will diving past me like a falcon. He swung his body, and then he was in front of me, his sword gone and his hands freed.

“Get me out of here!” I shrieked, tugging my trapped body uselessly.

Will pounded his fist over and over again on the stone limb. I stared past him at the rapidly approaching street below. The limb cracked at last, and Will threw it into the air and kicked the body away from me. His arms wrapped around me, but we didn’t stop falling. He swore as he beat his wings, futilely trying to catch us in the air, but we were falling too fast. I held back a scream of terror as we plunged toward the earth. At the last moment, Will flipped us in midair so that he was below me and I stared into the blinding green blaze of his eyes.

Then we hit—Will’s back cracked pavement beneath us as I buried my face in his chest. We lay frozen, clinging to each other, his arms still tight around me as if he thought I’d keep falling if he let me go. At last I lifted my head and looked into his face, my body shaking violently. His eyes were closed and he was breathing raggedly, his chest rising and falling dramatically under my body. His wings were splayed flat out on the ground, but they looked unharmed. The falling sensation still sickened my gut as I looked around in disbelief and found the smashed remains of the nycterid littering the area around us.

“Are you okay?” Will asked up at me, his warm breath on my cheek.

I nodded, taking long, slow breaths to put myself back together, my hands still clutching him. I needed my head in the game, but I didn’t want to let go of Will.

I climbed off him weakly, my legs trembling on solid ground, and looked around for my fallen swords. I picked them up, and the angelfire sparked once again. The two remaining nycterids loomed over us. My body screamed at me, begging me to run, but I had to stay and fight.

Orek took a step toward me, dipping his head and curling his lips back into a freakish smile. The talons on his wings grabbed at the pavement, hooking into cracks. “We were not supposed to lose one of our own.”

“Sorry, but I always leave a body count,” I said, tightening my grip on my swords.

Orek laughed, sending splinters of ice through me.

A form dropped between us and I stepped back on my heel. It was one of the humanlike vir reapers, like Will. This one’s back was to me, and his sparrow-brown wings folded behind him. Another reaper descended—a girl—and she landed facing me. Her wings, the feathers dark silver like pencil lead, spread wide and gave a shudder. Blue-black hair fell around her shoulders, and she stared at me with a hardened gaze. I didn’t think I’d ever seen anyone so terrifyingly beautiful. She looked from Will to me and back again.

For a moment, I felt like I was still plunging through the air. More of them? Had half of the demonic reapers in Detroit been sent to kill me tonight?

The girl’s eyes brightened to an iridescent blue-violet, and she held out her hands. I sucked in a sickened gasp as her fingernails all lengthened into horrible foot-long talons made of pale bone. If I had to fight her, I’d have to chop off her hands before things got too serious.

“What is this?” Orek hissed, backing away. “You called for reinforcements?”

Weren’t the new reapers demonic? I took a step toward Will, just to feel his comforting presence.

“We didn’t anticipate this,” Orek’s remaining companion growled in a strangely feminine voice.

Orek snarled. “Come, Eki. We’ll return when we have a greater advantage.”

The two nycterids spread their massive wings and took to the air like a pair of misplaced dinosaurs. But I couldn’t breathe a sigh of relief that they were gone. I raised my swords to the mysterious newcomers, prepared to keep fighting.