Chapter Thirty
Nola stood frozen in the sea of chaos, unsure of what to do. The guards would be going to Nightland soon. She knew more about the tunnels than any of them.
I can’t let anything happen to Jeremy.
Nola ran to the front of the atrium. The shattered glass crunched beneath her feet with every step. Blood pooled on the floor in places. Boot prints smeared the red, leaving designs of death in the battle’s wake.
Had the blood spilled from Domer or vampire veins? Was there even a way to tell?
The engines of the guard trucks had already rumbled to life.
“Wait!” Nola shouted as the guards loaded into the back. “I have to go with you!”
“Not a chance,” one of the guards said, blocking her at the break in the glass.
“But I’ve been in Nightland. I can help.” Nola watched the stream
