ly does. They had been dashing for the
bottom of their burrow. There was an enormous safe room there.
Somehow, Elena knew it.
But now, blurrily but definitely, Bloddeuwedd saw the ones she
had been after in the first place, the nest robbers, the ones who had
forever put out one of her huge round orange far-seeing eyes, and cut her
so deeply that the other eye was filling with blood.
Elena could feel it.
Bloddeuwedd could see they were the ones who had caused her to
smash her beak. The criminals, the savages, the ones she would tear to
pieces slowly, slowly, a limb at a time, switching from one to another as
she clutched five or six in one set of claws, or as she watched them,
unable to run from lack of limbs, writhing beneath her.
Elena could sense it.
Beneath her.
Right now…they were directly beneath Bloddeuwedd.
Bloddeuwedd dove.
“Saber! Talon!” shouted Sage, but Elena knew that there would be
no distraction now. There would be nothing but killing and tearing,
slowly, and screams echoing off the single lobby wall.
Elena could picture it.
“It won’t open, damn it,” shouted Damon. He was manipulating
Elena’s wrist to move the key in the hole. But no matter how he pulled
or pushed, nothing happened.
Bloddeuwedd was almost upon them.