Grace
"Is he dead?" Jinx whispered, his voice shaky.
"No," Kent said. He stepped back, his chest rising and falling slowly. His knuckles were split, and blood was dripping from the shallow gashes on his arms, but he looked like he was barely winded.
The room was silent except for the sound of the Riders breathing hard and someone pushing debris off the ruined table.
"Someone get Mara," Kent commanded, his eyes not leaving Bane’s unconscious form. "Now."
Jinx scrambled toward the door, nearly tripping over a broken chair. Rook was already on his feet, helping Silas up from the floor. The rest of the Riders were standing in a wide circle, looking at Bane with a mixture of shock and pure, unadulterated fear.
I remained on the floor, clutching my stomach and waiting for the nausea to pas
