CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
MINA RAN AFTER HANA. Quiet, solid Hana, who should have been an anchor of normality in her world. Instead, the appearance of her sister-in-law at the abandoned warehouses, decked out like a cat burglar and wielding a pair of swords, sent her head spinning again. But she couldn't figure out how this piece of the puzzle fit in to the picture while fighting gargoyles and fleeing werewolves.
So she followed Hana, who ran full tilt towards the concrete piles that marked the start of the bridge.
"Where are we going?" Ivan asked between breaths.
"Forward," Hana said without even a backward glance or a hiccough in her pace. Only 'forward' was cut off by a deep ditch, the bottom filled with stagnant water and scum of unknown origin. Hana ran full speed across a rickety piec
