CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
WRATH
I’d not heard the door to the pyramid open behind me, but Bryce had come through, had knocked me down. And now he grabbed my head from above, smashed me chin first into the gritty stone of the ledge. My lips tore; a tooth chipped.
“I’ll kill you,” he growled. “Kill you with my hands!”
A hard knee pressed like a brick into the small of my back. My head was slammed forward again and I just managed to turn my face to save my nose, feeling instead a brilliant lance of pain that exploded in my cheek as it split over the bone. I tasted blood from my mangled lips.
The pyramid’s cannons boomed a second time—in a wall of thunder. The ledge shook but I couldn’t see, didn’t know if another Nyshphalian galleon had been hit.
Blind fury rolled over me. I shoved myself up b
