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Not even one last breath on this Earth as he fired the gun.
Just then, a silver blur appeared in front of Kiara. Had she died? Was this heaven?
No, it was Leyra, of all beings. With Deruzian grace, she flung herself in front of the gun. With quick, precise movements, she picked up the impossibly large ice sculpture, as if it weighed less than a piece of paper, and threw it against the hooded figure. It catapulted him back with a sickening, metallic crunch.
Kiara’s lungs screamed as she finally sucked in air again. Acrid, putrid smoke, but if she could be disgusted by it, it meant she was alive.
Leyra had just saved her life.
“Thank you,” Kiara whispered.
“It is our duty to protect those who cannot protect themselves.” Leyra turned in an eerie, calm way. She’d looked like a silver goddess before, but now she was radiating, even with her dress tainted by blackened dust.
But that wasn’t the only thing marring her clothes. Right against her ribs, red began to blemish the silver. The spot grew rapidly.
Leyra had been shot.
She clutched her ribs, blood pouring through her slim fingers. “They must have impressive weapons if they can wound Deruzians.”
No panic, no anguish. Just a mere observation.
Either Leyra had a mind of steel or she really was as magnificent as she looked.
But magnificence didn’t protect them from bullets and Leyra had saved Kiara’s life. She owed her. Forever.
“We need to find cover.” Kiara turned, feeling around the side of the staircase with her bloodied, bruised fingers. She still had shards of glass embedded into her skin from when she’d tried to soften her fall from the blast, and they nipped at her muscles each time she moved.
With shaky movements, she finally found the latch in the plaster. She almost cried out in relief. She pulled on it with all her might.
Just when she thought it wouldn’t budge–now or ever–the concealed door opened with a hiss.
Fresh, cold air beckoned her inside. It smelled like a chance at survival.
“Come on, hurry.” She motioned toward the dark secret corridor awaiting them. She looked around them for other beings they could take along, but there was nobody near.
Carol limped into the corridor first, muttering something about suing the shoe company.
Then Leyra followed, her movements now more lethargic.
Kiara swallowed past the lump in her throat. She had a wounded Deruzian and a sixty year-old socialite by her side.
They were unarmed. Even if they’d had any weapons, Leyra looked like the only one who could actually do any harm with them.
They had no idea where they were going or who they were up against.
Their odds weren’t great.
But one thought speared Kiara’s panic as she slid the door shut behind her.
No matter what it took, she would survive this.
17
DERYG
“On the left flank,” Deryg screamed as he propped up another piece of fallen wall to the rest of the improvised trench through which the rest of the guests could run through in a semblance of cover. The Deruzians and–surprisingly–Xirians were fighting. The rest of them rushed into the sole conference room at the ground level which hadn’t been infiltrated.
Jaryn and half of the security department swiveled their weapons toward the left, protecting those running from the violence.
