Page 233 of Shadowblood Souls
I have to keep them engaged while the others pour in after them. Searching rather than shouting warnings to flee.
Peeking over one of the lower sections of wall, I set a window rattling. As soon as the soldiers rush in that direction, I flick a shingle off a roof on the opposite side.
More hunters are storming into the parking lot. Some of them are whirling with obvious wariness in their stance.
We can’t afford to wait long enough for them to get suspicious. It’s time to end them now.
Like shooting fish in a barrel.
The rage inside me flares through my chest. I lean forward, gripping the edge of the wall, just as the first man steps toward the lane and then stumbles as Andreas’s power floods his mind with memories that aren’t his.
Before my target has had a chance to let out more than the start of a yelp, I whip him against the corner of the nearest building, head first. His skull bursts open like a smashed jack-o-lantern.
More shouts of alarm rise up, faltering as confusion spreads through their ranks. I grin with my teeth bared and topple them one after the other.
Neck snapped. Back cracked.
Shove that one into his own knife, straight through the heart. Slam this one’s face into the pavement until it’s a bloody pulp.
My body hums with the energy whipping out of it. Not a single emotion stirs inside me except the burn of resolve.
Die. Die. Die.
No pausing, no resting. Blazing from each to the next the second I’ve struck them down.
Every last one of the pricks, until Riva can walk safe through these streets again.
But as the skulls shatter and the heads slump, the stabbing sense lances through me that none of this willeverbe enough.
