Chapter Eight – Sofie
“This way!” Lilly shouted, taking the lead. My legs moved of their own accord, my mind trying to blank out the reality of what I’d just done. Ahead of us, fledglings scattered, running down the streets, smashing through storefront windows. In every direction, they fled. The ones distracted by prey were the ones we targeted and even they were too numerous.
It would take twenty minutes for my magical reserves to rebuild, but until then, we had to resort to our hands and the blowtorches and lighters Galen had so smartly provided.
Galen … I couldn’t believe he was dead.
My attention waffled between the mayhem that had erupted in the streets of Manhattan and the shadows of every corner, every building, every alley, searching for a tall blond with blue eyes who had to be tailing us, who might still be following us now, waiting for the next opportunity to weaken our defenses. Without my magic, even I was vulnerable to him right now.
Up ahead, Mage stopped running, tossing the hearts of two fledglings onto the pavement. By the time I reached her, they were already in flames.
“We need to regroup and make a hard decision.” Shaking her head, she said the words that had started cycling on frantic repeat inside my head. “We can’t stop this.”