my ex.
I nodded, a little dazed, and moved to the other side of the stage to herd out more of the confused former One Lighters.
It was actually kind of amazing to see two of the guys I cared most about in the world, different in so many ways, fighting together side by side. Fang covered Dylan’s weak side, and together they were doing some serious damage.
Then two viselike hands clamped around my neck.
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“YOU COULD HAVE ruled your own country!” Mark, the cowardly shooter, yelled into my ear. Lesson number one: megalomaniacs never give up when they should.
I tried to rise up on my hands and knees, but the guy was on my back and weighed a ton.
“Whoa!” I coughed, struggling to breathe. “What’d you get enhanced with—ham?”
“You could have been a princess in the New World! But now you’re going to die like a lowly, ordinary human.” He practically spat the last word, though he appeared to be human himself—a heavily Botoxed, steroid cocktail of a human, but a human nonetheless. This guy needed an intense course on overcoming self-hatred, stat.
“The thing about being a princess,” I managed to say, still struggling to get out from underneath him, “is that… you have to… kiss… a lot of…
He was strong, and I clawed at his fingers with shockingly little effect. He clamped down harder on my windpipe, and I started to get really worried. I heard blood rushing in my ears, heard my heartbeat slowing. Not good.
This wasn’t how it was supposed to end.
“You are a black cloud over the One Light,” I heard the man say, as if from a distance. “You won’t destroy everything I’ve worked for and planned for all these years!”
Suddenly my head got yanked to one side, and the vise grip around my neck slackened a bit. I pried off his fingers with difficulty as I heard his voice, full of hatred and rage, shrieking, then a rush of air whooshed into my lungs so fast it was almost painful. I gasped like a fish, sucking in air with a wheeze, and then I heard my voice snarl, “That’s not how it’s going to end, dirtbag!”
I got up on all fours, wobbly, my head starting to clear.
But it hadn’t been my voice after all. It had been Maya’s. She had broken off a piece of a metal barricade and beaned ol’ Mark with it as hard as she could.
Of course, Mark, pumped up with who knows what, survived the blow. With an angry bellow, he got to his feet as I stumbled out of the way. Maya hauled back and smashed the metal pole into Mark again. There was an awful
“You know,” I choked out, “the bigger they are…” I lined myself up with Maya and grabbed the other end of the pole.
“The harder they fall!” Maya said, and the two of us rushed Mark using our combined strength to clobber him one more time. He staggered backward, looking surprised, and just as he started to look angry, he fell back off the stage, flailing through the air.
He landed ten feet below with a sickening crunch—I’m guessing his enhancements didn’t allow him to bounce back up like a ball. We call that a design flaw.
Maya and I looked at each other as I began to wrap my mind around the depressing realization that she had probably just saved my life.
“Max!” Dylan rushed over, and I blinked and looked around. The guards were all taken care of, what was left of my flock was still standing, and the rally had mostly dispersed.
It looked like another job well done. Now I just had to find Angel and Gazzy.
But as I took one last look at Mark’s body on the ground, I saw—were those?—wires sticking out below him. He wasn’t a bot, we knew that much, so were they connected to—
And that was when the City of Lights exploded with a thunderous
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THE NEXT FEW moments, surprisingly, proved that a lot of what Dr. Hans and the DGs had said was true: those of us with wings and wild-animal DNA were up above the blast in less than two seconds, leaving danger, rubble, and chaos behind. People left
