Chapter 155
Screaming, I ducked, throwing my hands up over my face. Glass bit into my exposed flesh and lodged in my curls. Dozens of drops of blood welled up on the backs of my hands, calves, and the skin at the V of my throat. Bad day to wear a skirt.
Two figures in head-to-toe black stepped into the room.
Gelman chanted. The couches flew together stacking one above the other and barricading us from our ambushers before bursting into flame.
The two stepped through the flaming sofa wreckage like the fire was a gentle summer's mist.
Gelman grabbed my arm and pushed me down the hallway into an office. Her hands trembled as she slammed the door and locked it. "You've led the Brotherhood to me."
"I didn't! I swear."
Her fingers bit into my wrist, her panic palpable. "The Vashar. We need to get it, now."
"The spine first."
"After."