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“How is it even possible that he’s out in the sunlight?” Charlie repeated over and over. “How?”
I looked over my shoulder. The street had curved and hidden our pursuer. “Maybe it’s the aether he’s taken in.”
Alex nodded. “Probably. Aether’s got a lot more life in it than blood.”
“What if he catches us? What’ll we do?” Charlie whimpered.
I noticed Alex pursed his lips, and I couldn’t blame him. Tristan had barely been able to hold his own against the vampyre. What chance did we have?
The houses gave way to giant boulders and trash heaps. Alex pulled us through them like he knew them as well as the back of his hand.
“Here!” Alex shouted as we reached a particularly large trash pile.
We turned left and found ourselves facing the steep mountainside. Several wide pieces of
