Page 37 of Surviving Hallow Hill
She isn’t threatening now.
She’s sad.
Sad and dying.
But not even death could steal away her resilience it seems. Sharp nails lash out at me as she lunges. The knife-like claws slice over my cheek in a stinging pain I wasn’t prepared for.
Sharp, metallic black nails lift once more beneath the fluorescent lighting. She rears back with one claw, and I’m ready. Make your fucking move.
Do it!
But then the sky falls.
Or... at least Kira does.
The agile dragon soars down with wings tearing from her back. She’s a beast. A petite, beautiful beast. Her pale wing span is small and dainty, but she’s swift.
Fearless.
Completely deadly.
Claws dig into already-rotting flesh, and the scream scraping from Krist’s throat is a delicious sound to hear. Killing her once was satisfying. Killing her twice, that’s just going to be an incon-fucking-venience. She’s going to suffer this time.
The three men drop down at my side in a matter of seconds, and I’m standing with a haze clouding the edges of my vision.
I still can’t step away from Amrose, though.
As crazed and cruel as the skinwalker is, I like her. I won’t leave her to die alone. I stand in front of her as long locks of the Headmistress’s hair are pulled this way and that by the vicious dragon roaring with ferocity.
Yeah, get her hair, Kira. Get it, girl.
A boot nudges mine, and I glare up at Sia for not letting me enjoy our vengeance.
But he isn’t looking at me.
Neither is Styx, at my other side. But the boot taps mine once more.
And it’s then that I find. A man in a fine suit dragging away my skinwalker!
“What the fuck.” I race after him, and there’s something familiar about the pleating of his slacks. They’re immaculate, really... That little— “Marcen, you little cookie-baking fuck!”
Storming men follow after me, but I don’t pause to see who’s following.
The warlock steps safely through a set of golden doors. The shining metal locks in on him from both sides. He smiles, wide and charming. Amrose lies limply near his shining black shoes, and her fluttering lashes are the last thing I see before the doors close completely.
Gears shift.
And no matter how hard I pound, the doors do not open.
“It’s an elevator,” Styx whispers.
“Clearly,” Rue says from my other side.
“Where’s Kira and Sia?” I swing back around, but there lies my answer.
From down the hall, the long pale neck of the beautiful dragon is slack against the floor. But that isn’t what my gaze is fixed on.
Sia falls to his knees. Pain creases his brow, but he doesn’t allow a single word to slip from his tense lips.
