A bolt of electricity from Shard-Cayden’s palm struck Patrick in the chest and transferred to Kevin and me through the Splinter puddle we were all kneeling in, powerful enough to rattle my iron with a single instant of fear, which quickly converted to that fighting heat.
When the charge let up, Patrick spent two seconds twitching before scrambling backward on his elbows.
Shard-Cayden stepped deeper into the room toward us, the Shards of Diem and at least three more of Montresor’s victims following behind him.
Ben
Shard-Milo ripped the sword from my hand as I ran to the twisted remnants of Mom’s car. I didn’t care. He could have stripped me n***d and broken my legs for all I cared, I was going to get Mom out of the car.
The driver’s side door was crumpled in from the impact, but the wi
