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  92. By Amanda Hocking

And that’s when I noticed the bodies lying in the ruins. Indu Mattison impaled on a wooden post, and nearby, JemKruk lying on stones. His long hair was splayed around him like a halo, and his arms and legs were askew. Somehow, he looked serene and beautiful, even in death.

“Jem,” I whispered as fresh tears formed in my eyes, but I wiped them away and lunged up the stairs.

Jem-Kruk had been nothing but kind to me, and I would shed many a tear for him later, but right now, I couldn’t.

I arrived on the landing just as the wyrm struck the tower with its tail. The tower quaked—and stones tumbled past us—but it remained standing. Sunniva stumbled backward, but she caught herself just before she tumbled over the edge. Dagny fell to the floor, landing on her knees. But the bottle of sorgblomma blood slipped from her hand, and it shattered as it hit the floor.

Dagny had begun dipping her arrow tips, but she’d only done one so far—I could see the shimmering arrow in her quiver.

“That was it,” she said breathlessly. “That was all we had.” She looked over at me with wide, terrified eyes. “How will we stop it now?”

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Gutted

Bryn

From where I stood, I saw the wyrm crash into the tower, and I saw the bottle shatter. The wyrm was flying around the tower, and Dagny, Ulla, and Sunniva were scrambling on the landing.

They were going to be incinerated before they figured out what to do.

I had to buy them time.

“Hey!” I shouted, running toward the wyrm. “Hey, you smelly, slimy son of a bitch!”

The dragon tilted toward me but kept flying around the tower. It moved, bobbing up and down in the air, like a roller coaster cutting through the smog.

When it came lowest to the ground, I chucked my sword like a spear, aiming for the eye.

It missed—barely—and stuck into the exposed flesh just above the eye. The wyrm howled as it flew at me.

I dove behind a crumbling wall, and the beast sailed right through it. A rock wall fell on me, but I held the snail shield over me. It helped protect me, but when a large rock hit it, it shattered like glass.

I scrambled out from under the rocks and broken shield, and I was instantly up and running because the wyrm was on my heels. It was winding to the side, using its long body to block my escape toward cover.

I ran faster, my legs burning underneath me, but the wyrm was herding me to the cliff. If I tried to veer to one side or the other, it was there, pushing me away.

I ran up to the edge and stopped just as my toes skidded past it. I had nowhere else to go. I turned back around to face the monster head on.