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  • Blade Bound(Chicagoland Vampires #13)(111) by Chloe Neill
  • “Quit saying that,” Mallory snapped, lifting her head from Catcher’s shoulder. “Dragons aren’t real.”

    “I’m pretty sure that was a dragon,” I said.

    “Dragons aren’t real,” Mallory insisted, gaze narrowing at me. “It is absolutely not a dragon.”

    “You can call it a fluffy bunny if that makes you feel better,” Catcher said. “But it’s not gonna change what we just saw.”

    “Dragons aren’t real,” Mallory said again. “Also, batteries just about . . .” Her eyes rolled back.

    Catcher caught her before she could hit the deck. “Empty,” he finished.

    The dragon lifted, wings sending snow and ice and mud into the air, and went airborne, made it forty yards before touching down again, scrambling for another running start.

    “Advantage,” Catcher said. “It’s not great at being a dragon.”

    It tried again, this time made it to the top of the planetarium. The dome burst as the dragon settled atop it, talons grabbing at the steel structure between the panels. It had to work to stay balanced, and flapped its wings for support, their tips slamming against the dome and sending more glass shattering.

    “Although that may not matter,” Catcher said.

    “At least we know which form she picked,” I said. “Maybe we can use that—look through the Danzig, see if Portnoy left us some clue about taking it out.”

    Jonah pulled up to the dock. Ethan jumped out first, took the rope Jonah offered him, tied up the boat. We all scrambled out of the boat, Mallory in Catcher’s arms, and ran back toward Solidarity Drive, the street that bisected the peninsula, toward the aquarium and Northerly Island.

    We reached the street, found the Ombudsman’s van and a mess of people running away from the aquarium—probably the skeleton crew who’d stayed behind to care for the wildlife.

    Luc, Lindsey, Juliet, and Red Guard members in their Midnight High School T-shirts were hustling people off the peninsula and into the city, including a limping Baumgartner, who’d given up any pretense of helping out.

    “What the hell happened?” Jeff asked, running toward us.

    “Simpson,” I said. “She got a wild hare and threw a fireball at Sorcha, which broke the concealment spell. Oh, and then Sorcha manifested the Egregore into a dragon.”

    “You all right, Mal?” he asked, tilting his head at her.

    “Sorcha’s been stealing her magic,” I said as Catcher handed her off to Jeff. “Get her into the van, and keep her there until we’re done.”

    Jeff didn’t bother to answer, just nodded and ran back toward the van.

    I looked at the sky, my watch, calculated we had half an hour before the sun rose and we were all fried to a crisp.

    The dragon launched again, this time managed to stay airborne on the flight between the planetarium and Shedd Aquarium. As it landed, I could just make out the silhouette of Sorcha on its back, planted at the base of its neck like a cowboy, her blond hair flying.

    The dragon landed atop the aquarium’s pointed dome, sending tiles streaming down the sides, where they crashed on the ground.

    And then it turned our way.

    “I got this,” Catcher said, pulling in enough power to make sparks fly across his skin. “Come at me, you asshole.”

    It pushed off, buckling the dome and sending stone and steel flying. Water splashed into the air as it burst the tanks below. The dragon shrieked and trained its reptilian eyes on us, squawking as it dipped into a deep descent.

    After a moment, Catcher held out his hand, the blue spark glowing into an orb. He wound up, pitched it forward, and it streaked like a star across the night. It hit the dragon’s driver’s side haunch. But instead of wounding him, digging into scales and flesh, it rebounded at an angle, launching back at us nearly as quickly as he’d thrown it.

    “Hit the deck!” Catcher yelled, dragging the hem of my shirt to pull me to the ground.

    The fireball flew above our heads, exploded behind us. We looked up at the smoke pouring from a window in the aquarium building.

    “Shit,” Catcher said. “I guess that’s not going to work.”

    “What the hell happened?” I asked.

  • Romance | Fantasy | Vampire