CHAPTER 39
MARSThe harpies surrounded Nyx from all directions, swooping down around her, scratching at her body and cutting her, making it so she couldn’t move. I pulled myself up from the claws of the harpy who held me, swung around, and sat on her back so it’d be easier for her.
“Tell them to grab her and fly her far away,” I said, leaning down to speak in her ear.
“Will do,” she said to me before cawing at the others in another language.
After a couple moments, the others cawed back, and four harpies flew down to grab Nyx by the limbs. They seized her body and took flight in a tight flock of birds, drifting over the horizon and heading toward somewhere—hopefully far, far away from here.
“They’re heading to our home in the forest,” she said, following her flock from behind in a slow
