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  • Blade Bound(Chicagoland Vampires #13)(119) by Chloe Neill
  • MIDNIGHT RUN

    We stared in shock and silence for a full ten seconds, gazing at the spot where Sorcha, our feared enemy, had stood. Now our enemy was being crushed and crunched with horrible liquidy sounds while the dragon mawed on her remaining bits like a cow chewing its cud.

    “She was our enemy,” Mallory said. “But . . .”

    “But we would have incarcerated her,” Catcher said. “Not made her dragon kibble.”

    We all looked at Catcher. “I won’t apologize for wishing her dead, although I’m guessing ‘chewed up’ isn’t a very pleasant way to go.”

    We all looked back at the dragon, which coughed, then spat out one of Sorcha’s heels.

    “Why do I want to laugh?” Mallory asked.

    “Because this is horrible and uncomfortable and the best dark comedy ever written,” Catcher said.

    “Yeah,” Mallory said.

    But the comedy ended. Done with its snack, the dragon lifted its head, narrowed its reptilian eyes at us.

    It had been born of pain and anger and fear—of those bitter, cast-off emotions of human and supernatural Chicagoans. And it had no love for those who’d filled it with agony.

    ENEMIES, it said. PAIN. And then it lunged.

    • • •

    “Lead it back to the guns!” Ethan ordered, and we ran together down Pearson, then turned back to Michigan, leading the dragon back to the Guard units.

    The world began to bounce as the dragon found its feet, began hauling down Michigan Avenue after us. And then the shuddering stopped, replaced by the whipping wind of the dragon’s wings.

    It was airborne, with plenty of room to spread its wings on Michigan. And we made for a nice, wide target.

    “Split off!” Ethan yelled, when we were in sight of the barricade. “Take Mallory and head for the river. We’ll head toward the lake, try to draw him away from you. Get back to the House.”

    I nearly stopped running, nearly pulled Ethan to a stop to tell him not to be ridiculous, that I was his Sentinel and I’d guard him, and not the other way around.

    I love you, I told him.

    Forever, he said, a gleam in his eyes. Take care, Sentinel.

    I nodded, grabbed Mallory’s hand, and dragged her off Michigan, the dragon’s hot breath literally on our heels. We ran down a side street, pressed ourselves against the wall of a building while the sound of gunshots ricocheted off skyscrapers.

    But then I glanced at Mallory. Ethan, Catcher, and I were trained in combat. Mallory wasn’t, and she was still fighting exhaustion—and had just used magic to help Taylor. She was lagging behind me, so outrunning the dragon didn’t seem like a realistic option.

    I pulled her into an alley and behind a Dumpster. It could fly faster than we could run, so a foot chase wasn’t going to do either of us any good. But I didn’t think it was small enough to fly into an alley.

    We crouched on the ground behind the steel garbage box. The ground shuddered as the dragon moved, sending liquid sloshing and lifting a foul scent into the air.

    “This is not how I thought things would end,” Mallory said, her fingers digging into my knee. “Crouching in garbage on the run from a lizard.”

    “We’ll make it,” I whispered. We had to make it. I wasn’t going down like Sorcha, literally or figuratively. “We’ll wait it out, then find a way back to the House. Maybe you could conjure us up some wings.”

    “No problem,” she said, but covered her mouth with a hand as the dragon moved past the alley, its heavy movements sending showers of dirt and grime and brick dust raining over us.

    The footsteps grew quieter, but we waited until silence had fallen again. “I’m going to check,” I said, and stood up, pulling her clawed fingers off my leg, and peeked past the Dumpster.

    The world was dark and silent, the dust from the dragon’s footsteps still settling on the street.

    “That was close,” I whispered. “But I think we’re okay.”

  • Romance | Fantasy | Vampire