A low growl tore free from Bitch’s throat. But I knew before I looked that Lucy hadn’t made it. Two shotgun blasts directly to the chest cavity.
You’ve done it now, Mannequin. When Bitch is through with you you’ll be down a lot more than just a hand and a head.
I didn’t know what to say.
“You led him right to me!” Amy accused us, sounding more than slightly hysterical.
Pretty sure he could find you easily anyway, thanks to Cherish, but it’s a fair enough reaction.
“I… he slipped past the silk tripwires I put around the area. And they can find you,” I said, the words clumsy, made worse by my sense of disorientation over the surprise attack and the distraction of the pain in my neck. “Anyways. They can find you anyways, with Cherish.”
Yeah, that’s what I said.
“My hand. Hurts,” Amy said, ignoring my fractured explanation.
Real shame she can’t heal herself in this situation.
“Heal yourself,” Grue said. He wasn’t looking at her. His attention was on the knife he’d pulled from her hand.
Did you even hear what I just said, Grue?
…wait.
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