Chapter Fifty-Five
Get back up, Sophia told herself. Get back up.
She crawled to one knee. The corners of her vision seemed to pulse and curl. Denton was searching for his pistol. It was halfway between them.
He ran for it.
She ran for it.
A ripple of explosions tore the ground up from under them. The blood-smeared marble of the Grand Central main concourse cracked into violent shards and the center dropped inward. Sophia never got to the pistol. Denton scooped his hand to collect it, but it bounced off the marble and skittered into the collapsing floor.
Denton went with it. The transmitter tumbled from his grasp. He slid down the center. Sophia tried to keep her footing. The information booth in the center disappeared through a cloud of debris.
Czarina and the Commander were still
