XXXVIII
Dark coasted through a storm cloud as thunder shook the sky. Through a patch in the clouds below, the city lights sparkled in the rain. It was as if the storm—his freedom—were washing the city clean.
He grinned as he spread his wings and changed direction. He had flown high since leaving the stadium for fear of being caught, but he was far enough away now that his escape was all but assured.
How thrilling it was! To sink his teeth in the gullet of the offspring of his enemy! Mynthia’s blood had barely dried on his lips. Not even the rain had washed it away completely.
Moss would now feel a fraction of the pain that Dark had felt. If Moss had killed his parents, if he had watched them burn as Miri said he did—this wasn’t enough. No, it was hardly a good start. Everything that th
