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The truck peeled off, sending dirt flying in every direction as I headed for the road up ahead. Belial leaned out the window, looking back toward the tower, his stolen sword ready in his hand. I couldn't see Zel, but I assumed she flew over us with her daggers ready. My heart pounded in my chest as I maneuvered the huge steering wheel, knowing this was our one chance to escape, and it wasn't a very good one. There was nothing around us for miles except dirt and sand and stars. But we had to try. The truck lurched onto the road, and I nearly let out a whoop of relief, until I glanced in the rearview mirror and saw it was filled with dark-winged figures gaining speed father than should be possible, like something in a horror movie. Belial saw it too, and he grabbed hold of the window and h
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