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“I don’t know how to stop this,” Isabel whispered and for the first time, I sensed her fear. I glanced over my shoulder at Julia on the couch, still in the black out zone and my mother mopping Julia’s forehead with a damp washcloth. I nodded toward the living room and Isabel led the way.
“Can I stop it?”
She shook her head and then bit her lip.
“You don’t know whether I can or not, do you?”
Isabel paced the floor without answering me.
“Can my father stop this?”
She stopped pacing and met my gaze. “I don’t know.”
“Okay, let me ask you a different question.” I leaned forward. “How do I kill a reaper?”
She recoiled, her arms wrapping around her chest in response to the fear I instilled in her. Just the thought made her shiver. This time when she whispered “I don’t know” I knew she was lying.
“Tell me how to kill a reaper,” I commanded in a voice I didn’t recognize.
Isabel shuddered and then the explanation came in a rush of words, spilled too fast for me to understand. The only thing I got was blade and foreign alloy.
“Dylan usually has the weapon,” she finished.
“What kind of weapon?” I asked, thinking it was the traditional scythe shown in the Google searches.
“It’s a fifteen inch spiked bowie knife.”
“Can’t we buy one online?”
Isabel laughed at me and the burn of embarrassment heated my cheeks. “No, you can’t just buy it online. It isn’t made of anything you’d find on this earth. The archangels delivered it to the first Angel of Death and it’s been handed down from generation to generation ever since. It can destroy many things, including reapers, and possession of that weapon wields ultimate power.”
I raised my eyebrow. “What if my father doesn’t have it anymore?”
Isabel blanched and sat down on the couch. “If those reapers have that knife, the human race is doomed.”