I fuckinghopethat thing on the roof is made of flesh and bone.
"What now?" Raven groans, digging a hand into his golden hair in exasperation.
Plague's chuckle turns into full-blown laughter, the kind that makes you want to punch someone just to make it stop.
"That would be Wraith," he says, dark amusement dripping from every word. "Right on time."
Chapter 25
KNIGHT
metal tears above.
screaming sound of roof peeling back like skin from bone.
cold air rushes in.
and then.
him.
the other one.
the broken one.
the monster one.
like me.
Wraith drops through the hole he made, landing in a crouch. white scarf wrapped around lower face. can still see the monster beneath the loose fabric.
a flash of sharp teeth, exposed muscle.
remember him.
remember the lab.
remember his rage.
but something different now.
his blue eyes not wild like before.
focused. purposeful.
looking at me like he knows something.
like hewantssomething.
don't care.
he's between me and Moon.
that's all that matters.
I lunge.
we collide like mountains crashing.
