Well, Armageddon didn’t forget.
“I’ll stall the demon.” Lincoln reignites his baculum. “Make sure she doesn’t move or make any noise.” I nod. Tineas hunt by touch and sound. If Adair stays quiet and still, it won’t find her.
I bump fists with Lincoln and race off toward Adair. As I speed along, my gaze falls on the Arena’s upper levels. An icy jolt of fear runs through me. The top lip of the Arena is covered with demons as they crawl, fly, and demolish their way out of the stadium.
They’re off to overrun Purgatory.
Nausea overtakes me. Anyone I’ve ever known—students, teachers, and even the old mechanic who tries to fix Betsy—could be murdered today.
I shake my head from side to side. No time to think about that now.
Scanning the grounds around me, I find the Arena floor has mostly c
