CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
For a long moment, pure white light was the only thing I could see. It was like someone had turned on the brightest white lights possible all at once. I didn’t even hear anything, but I could somehow feel the force of the explosion going past me. For one long moment, I was sure that I had just died, that maybe all of us had died, and that I was going to find out real soon if heaven—or hell—existed.
But then the whiteness faded. The stars and moon in the sky reappeared, the crackling flames of Nightbolt’s truck could be heard, the smoke in the air entered my nostrils, and I could feel soft green grass under my feet. All of the aches and pains that my body had collected tonight returned in full force, which would have been enough to knock me off my feet under ordinary
