“What are you suggesting?” the Reaper King asked.
Carissa glanced at the Reaper from the corner of her eye. He’d straightened, so the handle of his Scythe was closer to her mangled hand than the blade. “I’m suggesting that I join you.”
The Reaper King seemed thoughtful for a moment before shaking his head. “No. Even if you betray him, I can’t risk you turning back to him. It’s better that-”
Carissa lunged to the right, stretching her hand as far as it would go. She barely managed to curl the remaining nubs of her fingers around the Scythe’s handle.
The Reaper went completely still, giving her an opportunity to twist the Scythe slightly and let the blade slice through his head.
The Reaper King danced back a few steps. “Quickly, subdue her.”
Carissa sloppily cut at the leather straps, managing to slice herself a few times in the process. But it was nothing in comparison with the pain radiating from her fingers. Just as the Reaper descended on her, she switched the Scythe to her left hand and blocked his blow.