Chapter Twenty-Three
Something about the way Nero is falling reminds me of another vision, the one in which Kit was spiraling down like an airplane with disabled engines.
Zmey growls and swoops down after his dying enemy.
My nonexistent blood turns to ice.
He’s either going to rip Nero to shreds, or Nero will hit the ground at full speed. Either way, he’ll die—and in the second scenario, he’ll also squish Vlad, Isis, and the rest of the people below.
I desperately will Nero to recover and fight Zmey, but he keeps falling.
And falling.
Until he’s about twenty feet from the ground, that is.
At that point, Nero turns back into human shape.
A human shape that is not Nero, however.
What?
Though Zmey’s snout is lizard-like, there’s no doubt the expression on it is that of confusion wh
