15. Rivvac

RIVVAC

Ipulled the blade across my throat but it didn’t slice it open. Instead, I opened my hand that held the blade and let it splatter over my neck.

Wyre’s eyes widened with shock that I was doing what he asked. His grip on Mia released and his blade slackened—only for a moment, and only a fraction, but it was enough.

I hoped it was enough.

I dragged the blade all the way across and then pulled it back, hurling it at the creature’s head.

His sadistic grin of triumph faltered just a moment as the blade entered his eye and sunk itself two inches into his skull. His limbs flew back and out.

I was already rushing forward and caught his powerful death throes to my ribs. I was there to block his arms. His blade nicked my shoulder but I didn’t even blink.

My focus was on knocking Mia aside so she fell harmlessly to the floor.

While I fell on Wyre.

His legs kicked and flailed and his arms swung, his blade making sharp hissing noises as loud as that issuing from his throat.

I pinned his limbs down with my own and was surprised at the strength of his blows, pummeling me from below. I hissed through my teeth but refused to be moved—not when Mia was so close.

It might cost my life, but it would be worth it.