Chapter Thirty-SevenI grasp the steering wheel so hard my ribs scream in pain. Pulling the wheel all the way to the left, I slam on the brakes.
We skid and just barely miss the obstacle.
In the back, Ariel rolls from the seat onto the floor with a loud thud.
A car with a Johnny careens at the streetlamp I dodged, and turns into a pancake.
I get our car under control, and when both it and my heart rate even out, I see why Felix nearly killed us.
He put the view from Vlad’s webcam on his gun screen, and it is indeed like the Fifth Circle of Hell.
Koschei is missing both arms, but he’s trying to bite Vlad with his teeth—so Vlad punches him so hard the teeth fly in every direction. Koschei then tries to headbutt Vlad, so Vlad rips his head off—though, of course, it’s too much to hope tha
