Chapter Twenty-NineI resist the urge to rub my eyes.
The head that was twisted backward only a second ago starts to turn back with a nauseating creak. Then a bullet falls out of Koschei’s chest and hits the ground with a metallic clink.
“Was that my bullet?” I ask in disbelief. “And did he just come back to life?”
“They call him Koschei the Immortal for a reason,” Rose whispers in my ear. “You better leave. Vlad might be busy for a while, and Ariel still needs to be rescued.” The static shows up this time.
Good. She remembered to mute herself.
Before I can reply, Koschei gets back on his feet, his movements eerily reminiscent of old-movie Nosferatu rising from a coffin.
Out of the two of them, shouldn’t it be Vlad doing that?
As soon as Koschei is on his feet, he swings a fist at Vl
