Chapter 108

Scythe

As my regina screams into the shadow vortex, her mighty, scaled body taking her into the dark night, I tremble with fury.

I pat Lyle’s side. “You know what we need to do to stop this.”

My lion-brother stares across the field to the guarded truck where Mace Naga sits, now unprotected by his serpent blood magic. “Just one way, brother.”

Sabrina, Beak, and the assassin twins carved a path for us, and we’re not going to let their deaths go in vain. Lyle slingshots us towards Mace’s truck.

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