Chapter Eighteen
Before Woland can send his heart-killing energy into me, the warehouse ceiling explodes.
Woland’s eyes widen as a shard of cement flies right at his wrist.
He goes transparent and leaps back, and the shard lands exactly where he was standing.
Everyone looks up.
It’s Lilith.
She’s floating down from the hole in the ceiling like a dandelion seed on a breeze.
Looks like she can defy gravity here on Earth as well—for a Cognizant-only audience, in any case.
First to recover his wits, Woland rushes for the exit. Boris races after his boss, as does the spikey-haired chort and a few others.
The rest of the chorts stare at Lilith as if transfixed—and maybe they are. Maybe they see her godlike visage, or maybe she’s using some other power on them—it’s hard for me to tell.
