by eden Hudson
No matter what happened, no matter who or what tried to stop me, I would find Tiffani. That was the plan.
I flexed my fists, then shook them out. My thumbs started ticking away at my fingers—resist or serve, resist or serve, resist—but instead of the syllables calming me down, fury swirled in my brain, growing and feeding on itself. The lines of power flickered into view, then became cloudy greenish halos surrounding each of Them, pulsing with hunger and decay.
The leader’s smile grew wider. All around us, Their bent and distorted wings extended to full span. A burning wind kicked up, drowning out the howling of tortured souls.
Rian had said I was a rabid dog that needed to be put down. Everybody in town thought I was crazy—had thought so for years—but they didn’t even know the half of it. They hadn’t seen crazy yet.
I launched myself at the smiling one.
