them—
She shunted the thoughts aside. This was no time for a
philosophical debate about doctors and their obligations.
It was time to run.
Reaching behind her, she found two hands. One was slick with
blood so she reached farther, thanking her late mother for all the ballet
lessons, all the children’s yoga, and she grabbed the sleeve above it. And
then she put her back into it and pulled.
To her surprise she hauled Damon up with her. She tried to heft
him farther up on her back, but that didn’t work. And then she even
managed a wobbly step forward, and another—
And then Sage was there picking both of them up and they were
going into the lobby of the building of the Shi no Shi.
“Everyone, get out! Get out! Bloddeuwedd’s after us and she’ll kill
anything in her way!” Elena shouted. It was the strangest thing. She
hadn’t meant to shout. Hadn’t formulated the words, except perhaps in
the deepest parts of her subconscious. But she did shout them into the
already frenzied lobby and she heard the cry taken up by others.
What she didn’t expect was that they would run, not out into the
street, but down toward the cells. She ought to have, of course, but she
hadn’t. And then she felt herself and Sage and Damon going down,