Chapter Fifty-Six
Letting go of my neck, Koschei roars like a wounded bear and drops to his knees.
Falling to the ground on all fours, I grit my teeth against the agony and crawl for the shotgun.
Koschei’s screams intensify.
Using all my remaining strength, I pick up the weapon.
Koschei’s Mandate aura seems to be flickering.
I put the shotgun point-blank against the needle protruding from his eye and squeeze the trigger.
Half of Koschei’s head disappears, and glowing needle shards spread through the rest of his body.
“This is for Rose,” I hiss and put a hole in his torso. “And this for Kevin.”
I shoot until the gun clicks empty, and Koschei is lying prostrate on the ground.
The shiny needle shards seem to absorb what remains of his aura; then his body turns into ash in front of m
