Page 68 of Heart of Dawn
Movement in the tunnel cut him off.
Anya spun around, lifting her legs, the tiny hairs on her body bristling. “Fae!”
More undying ones? More Dawn. More danger?
I mean, why wouldn’t there be?
But no pink eyes shone in the dark. Instead, a man with the same complexion and hair color as the king joined us.
I gasped at the same time as Damien.
Prince Dorian was here.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
MIKO
Iwent for a walk down the corridor in an attempt to clear my head.
Instead, I reached the emergency room just as the pink smoke billowed across the furniture, passing over rotting corpses, doing what Dawn did every morning.
But with a twist.
It filled the bodies, reanimating them, most of them clearly felled zombies with things stuck in their heads to end brain activity.
Dawn was changing the rules.
The first corpse that got to its feet was a woman, a screwdriver sticking out of her left eye, maggots crawling over her face. Her hospital scrubs were caked in filth. She bared her rotten teeth, a phlegmy laugh oozing out of her.
“Think you are safe. Think you understand,” Dawn spoke. “You are wrong. I evolve. I evolve. I evolve.”
Yeah, we got the picture. Things were falling apart, the nightmare expanding.
The other corpses got up, facing me, the rotting stink now hitting me with an unpleasant burn to the back of my throat.
The others arrived, skidding to a stop around me.
Dawn cackled.
“This cannot be happening,” Basil whispered behind me. “This isn’t possible.”
Keep up,I wanted to say.Don’t you know we’re royally fucked?
“You will never be free,” Dawn said. “You will never succeed. Now is the time to die, chosen wolf. You lose.”
I hated to admit it, but the dickhead might have a point. But fuck it.
I jumped into the fray, my fist going right through the woman’s head, gore exploding in my face. The others roared, joining me. Together we wiped out the reanimated biters, making short work of Dawn’s newest trick.
“Shit,” I rasped after it was done, inspecting the bloodbath around me.
Pink smoke continued to roll across the floor. I raked a hand through my hair.
How was I supposed to make the journey back to London, get through the Faery gates, somehow catch a flight to the Forest of the Lost, and then find my love?
Shit. Shit.
Fuck!
