Chapter Seventy-SixIt's funny all the small things you notice when you're dying, the way one second spans into several moments. The cold glint in Rafael's eyes, the way his lips pursed when he pulled out the blade, the brief doubt when I gasped, staggered and fell to one knee. The way Zantry stumbled just a few feet away, gasping for breath. Remo's bellow of outrage, the fury in his eyes. Somewhere in the distance, Logan screamed my name. Remo raised a hand and a pulse of white energy punched Rafael, sent him flying away. He fell, didn't let go of his blade, now coated with my blood. My chest constricted, a wave of undiluted pain spreading through my torso. I gasped a second time. Rafael rolled to his side and stood, breathing hard. Remo took a step forward, raised his hand again. The grou
