I skidded to a stop near the staircase as my brain caught up to my panic and politely reminded me that I shouldn’t know anything about those maggots. The existence of the utangards was common knowledge in the Arcana, but specifics? Those were strictly need-to-know, and way above my clearance.
Aw, hell.
Tyler came barreling down the stairs, vaulting over the railing to meet me halfway, with pale blue flames already gathered around his fists. “What is it? Are there more of them?” He turned a slow circle, scanning the room and looking around for another enemy while my mind raced.
“It’s Grace,” I gasped, winging it. I grabbed him by his jacket and dragged him along with me toward the patio. “Those maggoty things – they’re in her!”
“I know,” Tyler snapped, pulling loose. “It’s gross and all, but Jada can take care of her later tonight. Jesus, Alice, what is your problem?”
I almost laughed at that. He didn’t know Jada was dead. From within me, where she was clinging to broken limbs and numbing the pain of my injuries, the shadow sneered at the Knights and their poor communication skills. “No, look, you know Pardell, right, the piper?” I grabbed his arm again and pulled, but I might as well have been tugging on a building. He didn’t budge.
“That sniveling hippie with the cat? Sure. I know of him.” He jerked his arm out of my grip, and the flames he was holding flared yellow before they went out. “What does he have to do with anything?”
“I ran into him earlier. He was babbling about some dogs at the old abandoned Henry Ford Plant –”
Now Tyler grabbed my arm. “What do you know about that?”
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