I sat back on my heels and wondered why he'd seen Azriel's real form.
In this case, simply because I allowed it. Generally, it is only powerful clairvoyants who see us as we are.
Which Jak isn't, so why reveal your true self?
You trust him.
Yeah, but I trust Lucian, too.
That is totally different.
I wasn't so sure it was, but I glanced back at Jak. "You don't want to shift shape and heal your wounds first?"
"Just answer the damn question, Risa," he snapped. "I'm really not in the mood for games."
I grimaced. "Remember I mentioned that I could see the reapers?"
He stared at me for a moment, then said incredulously, "You're telling me he's one of them?"
I nodded. "Although technically, he's not just a reaper, but a Mijai—he guards the gates to heaven and hell, and hunts down the bad things that come through them."
He studied me for a moment, clearly trying to decide if I was pulling his leg or not. "You're serious, aren't you?"
I tore off my shirtsleeve and used it to bandage the worst of his wounds. "Does that mean you didn't believe me when I mentioned them before?"
"To be honest, I had no idea what to think. I mean, ghosts and demons I can accept, because there's been enough evidence of both over the years. But reapers? And winged beings that no one has ever seen except in the pages of religious books?" He shook his head. "I'm an investigative reporter. We tend not to believe anything unless there's some form of proof."