Bab 51: Chapter 51: The Death Of Adam

I knew it was him. I didn't need to see the face behind the crushed faceplate, the body under the leather jacket now twisted in an unnatural and fatal position. The SUV managed to skid sideways to a stop and I reacted without thinking, the power of Chaos deflecting an oncoming car before it could hit me and carry me away.

From Adam. Bleeding, twitching on the ground in the flare of red taillights and the flash of headlights. The sound of screeching tires echoed back through the misting night to the distant wail of an approaching siren.

The instant of his death froze in place, my brother raising one hand, holding the mortal realm in quiet while the soul of Adam Worth rose from his crushed, crumpled body, simple t-shirt and jeans the accoutrements of his Death, and stood over himself, a dazed, soft expression on his face.