Chapter 17 - Prophecy

• “Oh yes,” Anton murmurs, nodding sagely. “One of those. Please, tell us more.”
• I glance at Anton, again rolling my eyes because I know that he’s as ignorant as I am. He gives me a little smirk before we both turn our attention back to Laila.
• “It was a deal,” Laila says, taking a sip of her sea water. “My great-great-great-Grandfather – I lost count of how many generations back – made a deal with the God of Death. In exchange for two hundred and fifty years of life –“