Letitia Frankland expected to die as she stared at the giant rat monster barreling down at her. Rats writhed up and down the beast’s body and its energy-filled eyes hardened. It meant murder.
Her mouth wouldn’t let her scream. Her feet wouldn’t let her run.
She looked the beast right in the eyes and chose to face her fate. She would die standing tall.
The rat sneered.
WHOOSH!
WHOOSH!A blue blast slammed into the beast, knocking it out of the air. It crashed onto the street in an explosion of screeching rats.
Blue magic sparkles lingered in Letitia’s peripheral vision, drawing her eyes to the news van that lay crushed on the road.
Kedron hung out the passenger window. His face was bloodied. His busted glasses hung crooked on his nose.
She cried his name and ran toward him, but he he
