Chapter Fifty-Seven
I wake up to pain.
Horrible pain.
My head feels like my brains are leaking out, and my back is one giant spasm.
But on the plus side, I’m not dead—though I almost wish I were.
Opening my eyes, I find myself cradled in the arms of an orc, being carried out of the Izbushka restaurant.
“Kit,” I croak out, then wince as my ribs scream in protest.
“You’re alive,” Kit’s orc voice booms out. “Keep it that way.”
“You were there,” I rasp out, “right after Baba Yaga knocked me out with that skillet. Then you turned into a drekavac and killed her, didn’t you?”
“How did you—”
“Probably a vision,” Felix says in our ears. “Sasha, I’m so glad you’re okay. I hope you don’t mind, but I texted Nero when Baba Yaga was killed. He asked me to do it. I believe his limo was parked j
