Page 84 of Heart of Dawn
The biker fae took us to a panel of wood resting on a market stall at a sharp angle. She revved the throttle, picking up speed, the engine letting off a massive full-throated roar as we went up.
I held on for dear life as the bike soared over the remainder of the smoldering market, pink eyes locked onto us, fingers reaching for our flesh.
Everything slowed like a scene from an action movie. All I could do was watch and pray she stuck the landing. I mean, why wouldn’t she? Look at her skill in getting us this far. Still, potent dread cast doubt on the proceedings.
She landed like a true biking wizard, speeding off toward the gates just up ahead.
“Wow…” I rasped.
Continuing with her expertise, she got through a gap in the horde, crossing the border into Finsbury Park and the cooler, autumnal temperatures of Earth.
Unfortunately, success was short lived. The gap quickly closed, zombies encircling us.
Oh no.
The bike skidded to a stop, spraying rainwater from the heavy downpour.
“What—”
The woman lifted her right hand before I finished my question, a blue leather strap on her wrist.
Affinity with water.
“Water, hear my call.”
The water-watch sucked rain from the air, immediately transforming it into a massive ring of water around us. It thundered like waves, spinning like an aggressive mid-air moat.
Wow.
Cold air rushed my face, water spraying me, contributing to my currently soaked state. I didn’t care. I loved this.
The first zombie to collide with the water barrier got its face shredded, liquid ripping through its skull. Within seconds, there was no head left. The man fell forward, his upper torso meeting the same fate.
Yuck.
“Don’t worry,” the woman said over her shoulder. “We can get out of here before my watch takes a break.”
“Okay. Thanks.”
Stars, I missed my wind-watch. Its yellow strap was still on my wrist seeing as only King Damien could remove it, but an encounter with some iron chains broke it.
Sigh.
Zombie after zombie threw themselves into the ring of water, shredding like pulled pork. I kept my eyes off the gore, focusing on the sparkly piercing on the back of my savior’s neck.
“Tilda.” She reached around to shake my hand.
I shook it. “Orion.”
“Nice to meet you. I had a vision about you.”
I swallowed heavy surprise. “Sorry?”
“A weird vision about syrup and zombies. Only, I came to realize it wasn’t syrup but honey. The replicating honey.” She pointed at the orbs still safely in the sack on my arm. “That stuff.”
My protective instincts kicked in. I reached in my pocket for Wendy, fingertips brushing her tiny body vibrating with slow, sleeping breaths.
“Don’t look so worried, Orion. Being water-affiliated gives me small psychic powers. They don’t always make sense or amount to anything, but this time was different.” She turned and started the bike again, speeding through the horde, obliterating the undead.
