Chapter 17
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
MIKO
My flying kick cracked open the skull of a biter lurking beside the Thames barrier. His brains oozed out of the hole I left, the corpse falling down dead.
Permanently.
Cate smashed a slowie’s face into the ground, twirling to deliver a neck-breaking kick to another.
Slowies bumped into the river wall, moaning after the speedies in the water.
God, there were so many of them, swimming as if they were in some sort of swimathon. All heading east, all spewing that one word again and again and again.
The scent of cherries and cookies and blood clotted the air, the potency increasing by the second. We moved on, having cleared six slowies blocking our path, leaping over a fallen tree, and startling a group of rats feeding on a dead bird.
An anchored ferry in the middle of river came into focus, the pack’s boat tethered to it. The biters were all swimming toward it, climbing onto the boat then up to the ferry’s deck.
Holy shit.
I picked up my speed, narrowing my focus on the vessel. Fear shot through me like 1000 volts of electricity.
Was Orion on that ferry?
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
He appeared on the deck facing this way, his hair a scarlet fire in the night. My heart leaped into my throat, my boots pounding the pavement harder.
“There he is!” I roared.
Basil was with him, covered in blood. Some biter shit went down, Orion successfully fighting them off.
There went a flutter of pride again.
Thirty seconds later, the fae were in the water, ripped away from the ferry by the current, surrounded by biters.
Without a second thought, I jumped up onto the river wall, then dove into the dark water.