56: Keelin
Keelin
Keelin jumped to her feet, spun to face her opponent.
The woman with the inhuman trace was on her feet too. Her right sleeve was torn at the elbow from the rough flooring. There were three close lines on her neck.
There was no blood.
Keelin’s arm throbbed, like she’d hit something hard. Her talons ached.
She’d launched herself perfectly. Her hand had swung round, and she knew—knew—her talons had sliced the woman’s throat. And that’s when her arm had jarred.
knewKeelin zoomed in with her lenses. The marks on the woman’s neck looked like old cuts, faded to thin scars. Not fresh ones that should’ve ripped her throat out.
The woman tilted her head. “Ah! Another fugitive. The ugly mistake. And you’ve come to join the fun? A pity it won’t last long. Let me deal with
