Chapter Ten
Dedrus soared through the air.
“Fuckers! Fuckers! Fuckers!” Maggie screamed out as she hyperventilated, her arms strangling Dedrus. Her face was nearly as white as Kinzer’s.
Dedrus had been flying for some time. He wanted to get as far from the bookstore as possible, so when Vera discovered that she had the wrong Maggie, she would have a difficult time finding them. By now, they were flying over industrial warehouses, well outside the city perimeter. Dedrus, his energy waning from carrying Kinzer and the ample-sized Maggie, had begun his descent.
As they neared the ground, Kinzer dropped his sword and released Dedrus’s chest. Bending his knees as he hit the asphalt, he rolled across the ground.
Dedrus’s wings reared back, catching the wind so it propped him and Maggie upright. Concerned about the landing and the safety of Maggie and the unborn Antichrist, he tossed his sword aside.
“Get ready for a little bump,” he warned.
Their feet hit the ground. Maggie’s foot didn’t land right, and she dragged Dedrus to the ground with her.
“Fucker! Fucker! Fucker!” she wailed. She kicked him in the stomach and punched him repeatedly in the arm.
“Ow! What the fuck?”
She pulled back and ran her hands up and down her body, spasming in a fit of shivers.
“Oh my fucking God!” she exclaimed. “Oh my fucking God!”
Crazy bitch, Dedrus thought.
He pressed off the asphalt, starting to his feet. A kick from his side, much stronger than the one Maggie had given him, sent him rolling onto his back.
Kinzer’s face was fire red, his sword at Dedrus’s throat.
“What the fuck?” Dedrus asked.
“What are you doing?” Maggie’s gaze vacillated between them.
“You’re the fucking rat!” Kinzer exclaimed.
“What?”
Dedrus was bewildered. They’d just fought the Raze together. How could Kinzer possibly think that he was in league with them?
“I didn’t tell anyone about where we were, and I’m sure as fuck that Fie didn’t, considering they’re probably chopping him up as we speak. And we’re the only ones who knew we were gonna be there, so that narrows it down to you and you.”
Dedrus could see his point. It didn’t make it hurt any less.
Had Kinzer forgotten their past? Did he really have no clue how much he still adored him?
“Youcame tome—remember?”
“That doesn’t mean shit.”
“There are a million ways that they could have found us. For all we know, they could have a Tracker.”
Kinzer’s sword pressed even tighter against Dedrus’s flesh. “You know as well as I do how hard it is to find a Tracker, especially now.”
Kinzer was right. Janka was one of the few Trackers to survive the war. The Leader had sent Morarkes to destroy them first because their gift made it easy for the Almighty to hunt and kill their greatest warriors.
“I don’t know how they found us. Maybe they tapped Fie’s phone. Maybe they’ve been keeping an eye on him. Fuck if I know. I get if you want to kill me right now. But Kinzer, I swear to our Leader that I have never sided with the Raze. I’m on your side, and I want to help. You need help. We both do.”
He wanted to say so much more. He wanted to tell Kinzer that he worshipped the ground he walked on and would never have done anything to hurt him. Now wasn’t the time for that.
