“How many minutes has it been?” Trickster asked, glancing at Bentley.
“Long enough I wouldn’t risk it,” Grue said.
Well. Guess we’re leaving the others to deal with Siberian and the remaining Nine on their own while we deal with getting Amy somewhere safe.
And with having her heal Taylor’s leg. There’s no way that’s not going to come back to bite Taylor in the, well, leg, if they don’t fix it.
I looked at Sirius. I hadn’t noticed while we’d been riding him, but he was smaller. His exterior tissues were fitting looser, in the same way skin tended to hang loose on someone who had been morbidly obese and recently lost weight.
Makes sense, given the whole thing about the hellhounds shedding flesh and such.
And just to his left, I could see Amy backing away, holding her hand.
Backing away from Sirius, or from all of them?
One of those things is completely fair.
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