you? Then I wouldn't be able to heal anyone. My life wouldn't make any difference at all."
Mhya Jezick sighed. "I swear. We have an agreement with What's-His-Name that we can't hurt any of you people. Physically, anyway. So we can't make you drop dead, much as we might sometimes like to. You want I should stick in your contract a clause stating that you will live out your full lifespan?"
Dayne nodded. "Yes. Add that."
"Not very trusting of you." Jezick smiled again—that evil, self-satisfied smile of hers. "Lack of trust is such a good sign." The fallen angel took the contract in her hand, held it and stared at it. After a moment, she handed it back. "This is perfectly straightforward, Dayne. The contract will deliver exactly what it promises. You will m