Chapters (42)
- TITLE PAGE
- COPYRIGHT PAGE
- DEDICATION PAGE
- CONTENTS
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
- FOUR
- FIVE
- SIX
- SEVEN
- EIGHT
- NINE
- TEN
- ELEVEN
- TWELVE
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
- TWENTY-THREE
- TWENTY-FOUR
- TWENTY-FIVE
- TWENTY-SIX
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
- THIRTY-TWO
- THIRTY-THREE
- THIRTY-FOUR
- THIRTY-FIVE
- THIRTY-SIX
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Sil’s eyes brightened with anger. “Explosives or not, they will never win. When Rita failed to capture you, we made other plans.”
Fear encased my heart, burbling up like acid in my throat. He knew I wasn’t alone. He wasn’t even surprised by it. “I wouldn’t underestimate them. We could go down and join the fun if you want.”
His eyes narrowed. “You are a stupid girl. Don’t make me damage you.”
“You’re going to have to. Unless you’re going to stand there and let me kill you.”
I feinted to the right, and then to the left, herding him backward toward the jagged, yawning mouths of the empty window frames. I kept my arms close to my sides, but loose. My newly healed wrist felt stronger than ever. I felt like I could snap him in half.
He held up his knife and laughed nervously. “I should have brought something bigger, probably.” He tossed the knife out the open window, ruining my hopes of stripping it from him and gutting him with it. His fingers curled into claws, revealing his filthy, serrated nails.
My phone buzzed again.
Sil’s gaze zipped straight down to the bulge in my jeans pocket. “You should check that. It might be important.”
“It can wait.” And then I attacked.
Sil was fast as ever and took off running. He dove onto all fours, and then bounded up on the bar, grabbing one of the few remaining light fixtures and throwing it at me in an effort to slow me down. I skirted the bar and ended up by the table with the ropes, the place they’d planned to tie me up and sacrifice me. Sil watched me with half-lidded eyes, waiting for me to attack again. I dipped a toe in one of the pots and stirred quickly, sending a thick haze up around me. I took a few steps back and did it again, hiding behind the thick fog, and then pulled my phone from my pocket and held it close to my face to check the newest text.
I have Tegan
It was from Jim. My knees nearly buckled with my relief. My head jerked up as Sil roared and charged, flying from the bar to the tabletop in a single wild leap. He didn’t slow down as he crashed into me, curling his steely fingers around my arms and trying to flip me onto the table. I brought my knee up, driving the breath from him with a blow to the stomach, and then leaned back and slammed my fist into his weaselly, dirt-smeared face.