CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
“Mig, duck!”
I hit the ground at Rose’s order, landing over Cassandra to protect her too. Elisa drops down beside us.
Thwap thawp.
The Mackenzie-beast lets out a high-pitched howl that shakes the foundations. More glass shatters, spraying the floor. When all is quiet, I lift my head.
“Mig, your—” Elisa’s voice wobbles.
My jaw is still metaphorically on the floor. “I know. I don’t—” The reality won’t sink in. It’s impossible. Berry is wielding her rapier like a pro, letting out a war whoop as she runs at the staggering Mackenzie-beast. One of Rose’s arrows juts from the monster’s jaw. Rose nocks another shaft into her crossbow and ratchets it back with a sharp, practiced movements.
“Margaret, you need to move, dear,” Berry orders.
The ground shudders, rolling us s
