Chapter Seventeen
Damien sprinted through a grid of white boxes on legs, each box containing a miniature flowerbed.
Over his shoulder he saw Jay a few paces behind, his face pale from the jump. At the end of the green terrace he saw the Corinthian soldiers land. They started toward Damien and Jay, swords and daggers in hand.
‘Not giving up easy, are they?’ Jay said.
Damien started running again. He reached a row of beehives. He could see the bees inside, crawling across honeycomb. Behind him, Jay ducked a spatha and kicked one of the soldiers into a garden bed. It collapsed and both the soldier and the garden bed hit the ground together, spilling soil across the fake grass. Jay stole one of the wooden legs and kept moving.
Another soldier rushed through an aisle of boxes toward Damien
