Page 93 of Walking in Darkness
“Don’t know what we’re up against,” I warned.
“It doesn’t matter. We’re in this together,” he said. “Now, you’re going to give me one of those knives, and you’re going to give the other to Dani; then we’re going to go get our girl back. We’ll creep in on either side of them, and you go up the middle.”
“You’re sure?”
They both gave me a resolute nod.
Dread thickened my throat, but I warily passed each of them one of the massive knives. Dani looked like she was going to puke when she clasped her hand around the hilt, her fear patent though her courage was vivid.
I clicked the latch to the door and slowly pushed it open before I cautiously stepped out into the howl of the whipping wind.
Wind that was crystallized. Frozen particles that stirred through the torrid atmosphere.
The clouds reeked with the stench of death.
But it was what was moving through them that nearly made me trip. The swirls of red and flashes of black.
Holy fuck.
It wasn’t Ambrose.
These were Kruen.
Chapter Thirty
Aria
Intonations whisked through the rumblings of thunder that cracked overhead.
“End her. End her. Think of how she will scream. How her blood will feel drenching your fingers. She’s the one in the way. He must have her heart, and you will have your reward. You will reign with us. Powerful beyond measure.”
Only the voices weren’t in the heads of the deviants who’d kidnapped me. They were there. Above, in the clouds.
Flagrant and audible.
It was as if they were being played on a distorted record, the influence of the wicked so much more powerful as the Kruen dripped their poison into the ears and hearts of the men who danced around in deformed glee.
Oh God.
How was it possible?
The Kruen were here. In this realm. Unless I’d been intercepted again, taken to an unknown plane I’d never known existed.
But this felt so real.
Too real.
As if a fracture had opened up between Faydor and Earth.
It was all driven by Ambrose, who I could almost feel hovering in the distance.
The way it felt as if the blood in my veins had crystallized and frozen.
I could smell him.
The nasty smell that he emitted.
Fear clashed with the light that glowed hot inside me, an urge to do something. To release the power that burned deep inside.
