Fifty-Three
Justice pulled her arm free and glared at Hanson. ‘I’m not leaving. Not without Jackson.’
Hanson reached for her again. ‘You don’t understand, he ordered me to get you and Hannah out of here.’
‘I don’t care what your orders are. I’m not leaving.’ She darted sideways and then skidded past him, running for the front door of the building, gasping in horror at the sight that met her eyes.
She’d thought it had been bad when they’d faced Callaghan in Brimfield, but this was c*****e on a scale she could never have imagined. The dead and the dying were scattered over the mine complex, blood mingling freely with the red dirt.
It was hard to tell which wardens were on which side, with so many of them in body armour, but the half-breeds were more visible. They fought just as fiercely
