My Mate, My Bully
She’s cursing them, her voice loud and desperate, but they ignore her, focused on their dark ritual.
I smell fear, anger and pain from her. Same as everyone.
“Let me go, you bastards!” Dixie screams, struggling in their grip. “I’ll kill you all! Get off me!”
At another corner, Ryder is fighting back with everything he’s got, his movements are blurry and it's with ferocity and desperation. He’s holding his own, but he’s outnumbered.
“Hell no,” I mutter, as I rush to the scene.
I dive into the scene, my fist connecting with the nearest Nardoo warrior’s jaw. The crunch of bone is satisfying, but there’s no time to relish it.
Bab Populer