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I could see a few things, despite the sparking glow that remained in my eyes. I could see a few, key details even through the blood trickling over my eyebrows.

Terian stood there, grinning.

I stared at him for a long-feeling few seconds, confused at the smile on his face, the dancing light in his amber-colored eyes, the pleased expression.

Then I saw the metal pipe he held. He gripped it in both hands, like it was a baseball bat and he was getting ready to hit a ball out of the park.

Or maybe like he already had.

Even as I thought it, I looked at the end of the pipe, and realized that dark color I saw there was blood.

My eyes shifted down.

Revik’s body lay crumpled at Terian’s feet.

Staring between the two of them, I struggled to make sense of the whole picture. Adrenaline continued to jerk and stutter through my blood as I stared?myaleimihissing, sparking and coiling like a downed electrical cable.

Everything in me told me I was in danger still, that I was about to die.

But I couldn’t move.

I could only stare at Terian and Revik, fighting to piece it together, to make it all make sense in my head. I was still staring when a shot echoed hollowly through the boathouse behind me, causing me to flatten reflexively against the cement floor.

I had no idea who was shooting.

I had no idea who they were shooting at.

Truthfully, at that point, I could only assume it was probably me.

Chapter60

Taking The Shot

Chandre waited for Menlim to leave the opening between the crates.

She didn’t raise her head, not even when the sound from the area near the cages grew loud enough to be disconcerting. Hearing another slamming noise and sickening thud, something heavy being thrown into something even heavier, she fought not to let her imagination fill in the blanks.

Her mind went there anyway, of course.

She’d heard Alyson shouting.

Chandre felt her light vibrate under the onslaught of the Elaerian’s words, even more strongly than she had with Menlim. She’d felt those words hit up against the Sword’saleimiand glance off like they were nothing.

In the space behind her eyes, she saw bodies thrown into walls, bones crushed, spines snapped, skulls cracked.

Forcing the morbidity of such thoughts from her mind, Chandre gripped the gun tighter. Holding her breath, she scanned the dark with the infrared, keeping her scope on the area where the Dreng infiltrators all appeared as they exited the wall of crates.

A louder crash came from the area to her right.

Chandre nearly raised her head to look that time, when suddenly, a cloth-covered head appeared on the open floor just past the crates.

He stopped there, with only half his head showing.

Chandre swore soundlessly in Prexci under her breath when he didn’t move.

“Come on, youendruk et dugra upara d’ kitre,”she muttered.

Just then, a dull-soundingthunkcame from the area of the cages.

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