Hard to think about chasing after someone when your own femur was sticking up out of your skin like a lollipop gushing blood

I shrugged the questions away. I’d find out the answers soon enough—body by bloody, bloody body.

For a moment, I almost felt sorry for her. Then the bitch blasted me with her water magic, and I got over it.

Burn, baby, burn,” she muttered in a hard, satisfied voice.
I cleared my throat. “As much as I hate to interrupt the supreme satisfaction you’re taking in watching the mansion blaze to the ground, I’d really
like to get out of here before the whole house collapses on top of us.

I embraced that hope for a moment, grabbed onto it with both hands, and held it close like the rare treasure it was. Then I let go of it, let it float away like a butterfly on a bright day, because the darkest part of the night was yet to come, and there was no place for it here.

You're late."

"Sorry. I was busy talking about my feelings and killing people.