Sixty-Four
Miranda placed one hand behind Kyle’s neck, gently leading his lips to hers.
‘Justice.’ He flung his head up, eyes wide as he pushed Miranda aside and clutched his chest.
‘What?’ Miranda reeled, grabbing a shelf for support.
‘I can feel her. She’s alive.’
‘That’s impossible,’ said Miranda.
‘I know.’ He grinned madly and bolted for the door.
Miranda raced after him, almost colliding with Hannah and Hanson who were walking down the hall.
Kyle sped through the halls and she struggled to keep up with him, losing ground as he launched down the stairs. The half-breeds chased after them, but Miranda ignored their shouted questions. Up ahead, Kyle wrenched open the door to the morgue.
Miranda crowded at his back, peering over his shoulder, gasping for air, panic clawing at her
