Chapter Fifty-Two
“Damn it.” I swiftly take in the room layout.
Though I don’t spot anything we can use to our advantage, something nags at me. I do my best to figure out where we are in the castle in reference to what I saw in my vision.
“There’s no way we can kill them all without at least getting the suits pierced,” Itzel says. “How—”
“On the ground,” I shout as it comes to me. “Get down and scoot back. Move it!”
Matching action to words, I faceplant on the stone floor and start crawling backward on my stomach.
To my relief, my father and the others do the same thing.
I can’t even imagine what the soldiers must think of our weird behavior. Then again, they’re about to—
A world-ending crunch of rocks meeting claws deafens me.
If this were an earthquake, it would be a ten on the
