THEY FLEW THE SHORT distance to Times Square. The blood made her faster as if she had wings. She only needed a sliver of concentration to keep herself aloft, rather than half her mental power.
The air rang with a cacophony of the New York she was used to. Sirens. Horns. People shouting, laughing. While much of Manhattan fell to abandon and ruin, the crossroads of the world thrummed with life. It's as if the world hadn't caught on that something was fundamentally different than four years ago. Humanity's capacity for denial never ceased to amaze her.
They landed on a roof near the giant screen at Seventh and Broadway. Did humans even realize why this was an ideal spot to drop the ball on New Year's Eve? The area pulsed with power unknown to her all these years. Damn, Lucifer's blood was a
