23
Angela
Even though Levi had said all hell was breaking loose, I hadn’t exactly expected to reappear in the middle of a war zone. One glance revealed broken windows, a couple of cars locked together in what must have been a hell of a fender bender.
And…oh, s**t. s**t.
There was Boyd, lying face down in the middle of the street in front of the Flatiron. Boyd would never allow himself to be seen in such an undignified position. Unless….
Unless he was dead.
I had to push that horrible realization aside for now, because I saw that at least a dozen Ludlow witches and warlocks stood in the street before us. Although I’d been holding Rosella’s hand as we traveled, she let go immediately and stood straight and tall to my right, just as Alberto did the same on the other side of Connor.
Wit
