Chapter Thirty-Two
I’m bodiless, surrounded by water.
It’s a pier. The sign in the distance says “St. George Staten Island Ferry Terminal.”
There are only a handful of people standing on the pier, and all have their backs to me, with the exception of Vlad.
The expression on Vlad’s face reminds me of the feral samurai masks no doubt designed to demoralize opponents.
These strangers should be afraid.
Vlad moves forward, and I find my point of view floating to perch over his shoulder.
The other people on the pier turn out to be Koschei, Ariel, Lucretia, and Gaius, plus three black-clad Enforcers whom I recognize from the aftermath of my disastrous TV performance.
Vlad’s head tilts from side to side. He must be examining his opponents. His gaze doesn’t linger on Ariel, who’s staring ba
