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  • Blade Bound(Chicagoland Vampires #13)(121) by Chloe Neill
  • If we got that far.

    “Shit!” Mallory cursed, her weight dropping. I lost my grip, turned around; she’d hit a patch of wet pavement, was on her knees trying to regain her traction, trying to find purchase with the toe of a sneakered foot.

    “Mallory!” I reached out my hand, but she waved me off.

    “I’m getting up!” she said. “Keep going!”

    I turned my head back to the rising bridge—to check the incline I was fighting against—for only a second. And then she was moving past me, screaming. The dragon had caught up to us and snatched at her; she’d evaded its teeth, but the tip of one wing snagged Mallory’s shirt and was pulling her forward.

    “Mallory!” I screamed, reaching out a hand as ice chilled my blood.

    And then she disappeared over the edge.

    Panic ate at me, cold fear its own dragon in my belly, but I pushed it down, focused on inching my way up the incline, now nearly vertical.

    I was sweating when I reached the edge of the roadway. I slung an elbow over the end, and spied her rainbow-painted fingernails. She hung by her hands from one of the bridge’s structural beams.

    “Mallory!” I screamed, and stretched out my hand as the dragon reached the other end of the bridge, banked hard to avoid the buildings on Wacker, and turned to take another shot at us. We were going to have to be fast. “Give me your hand.”

    Mallory shook her head, staring at her fingers, as if she could strengthen them by sheer force of will. “I’m slipping.”

    “I won’t let you fall.” But she was a good two feet beneath me. I had to get closer, and that meant climbing toward her.

    I made the mistake of looking down, watching light shimmer across the water so, so far below us. I could make a planned fall from a pretty tall height—at least onto land. The river’s eddied surface was something else entirely.

    Eyes gleaming in the darkness, the dragon bulleted toward me.

    I forced myself to ignore the void, ducking under the roadway just in time to hear the creature’s nails screech against asphalt, the thunder of its wings as it lifted again.

    “You ever wonder why they call it a death grip?” Mallory asked, as I moved down among the steel beams.

    At least the bridge gave us some protection from the dragon, which screamed somewhere above us, furious that we’d spoiled its fun.

    “I mean, you hold on because you’re gripping life, right?” She blew bangs from her eyes. “Shouldn’t it be a life grip?”

    “Anyone ever tell you that you get a little loopy when you’re in mortal danger?”

    “I’m gonna be honest,” she said in a hysterical tone. “This isn’t the first time.”

    My foot slipped on wet steel, but I caught myself, squeezed my hands so hard the knuckles were white against the railing.

    “Merit, oh Jesus, Merit, I’m slipping.”

    “I’m nearly there, Mallory. You’re doing great.”

    “Hurry, Merit. Please.”

    Her fingers disappeared as I pitched forward—and just managed to wrap fingers around her wrist.

    She managed to bite back the scream, but I could see the terror in her eyes.

    “Oh God, Merit.” Her feet dangled above the river. “Oh God.”

    “You’re going to be just fine. Remember how strong I am,” I said, keeping a pleasant smile on my face. But strength wasn’t the issue. Water was the issue. The slip of my boots on steel wet from melting snow, the slip of her skin in mine from the resulting humidity.

    “Shit. Shit. Shit.”

    “I’m going to pull you up on three,” I said. “One, two . . .”

  • Romance | Fantasy | Vampire