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“After I splatter your insides across this office, I’ll be sure to ask her about it.”
The room warps before shredding like tilled wheat.
There’s the sound of laughter and I start to move.
Wind whips past me as if we’re flying. As if my vampiric form is carrying us.
But I can’t feel my legs. I can’t feel anything.
Chapter 60
Vampire
November 16th, 1030 A.D., Noon
The end. The omega. Mortua. The reaper. None hold the domain that it—thatshedoes.
Unknown
No.
No.
No. No. No.
Not again. Not again.
I can’t feel anything but the way her body is slumped in my arms. The way she seems to flop with the movements as I somehow propel us across New Chicago. A power I didn’t even know I had.
I don’t know where to go. I don’t know who to contact.
Can I even contact anyone?
She’s alive, still. I can feel that much. But the tether is weakening. The bond holding her is strong enough that I can still grasp onto it, but I don’t know what to even do with that instinct.
With the fact that Icanfeel the bond.
The only place I can think of is several thousands of miles away and I don’t know if she’d even keep an antidote or whatever the fuck this is doing to her.
Fucking silver bullets dipped in emerald.
Of course. It’s tacky and fucking ridiculous that this is the way she’d die. That she’d not tell me.
The border of New Chicago appears, and I fly over it as if I’m going somewhere. As if this even fucking matters.
I won’t be able to get to Romania in time.
I won’t be able to find anyone who would know anything about vampires.
The world flashes as I speed towards what I hope is the general direction of Romania.
At the very least she should die with her people, right?
Something cracks. Not me, nor even Cass.
No, it’s like the world splits. Like there’s a something I just shattered that shouldn’t have broken. Or maybe can’t break.
Except it just did.
