Chapter 625
Katelina choked on a scream. The gearshift missed her face by inches. She waited to make sure she was still alive. Outside, the world roared and crackled, snapping, burning. The car revved, but didn't move.
Katelina leaned up. Micah came into focus, his hand to his face. Blood seeped between his fingers. The windshield in front of him was spider webbed. The shattered edges gleamed in the dancing firelight. Verchiel was a blur in the driver's seat. Katelina shook the daze away to see his head slumped forward, face smashed against the steering wheel.
"Are you okay?" she asked no one in particular, trying to come to terms with what had happened.
"Fuck. I'm alive," Micah muttered.
Verchiel sat up with a groan, his forehead an open gash, bright blood as red as his hair. He lifted his foot off the gas. The engine dropped to an idle. "That was unexpected."
Loren untangled his limbs and wiped blood from his nose. "That's one way to put it."