I could see the glow of Manon’s hands before the smoke cleared, but the sounds coming from within the tunnel were getting louder and louder, closer and closer. Faustine’s laughter tapered off to strange, strangled sounds of frustration, and the witches were shouting in French. My ears were ringing.
Grady came dashing into our little space at the same time that a zombie rogue burst in from the tunnel.
“Copeland, stop!” I shrieked, at the sight of the walking corpse as he lunged for my Mate, and at the same time, Copeland croaked, “Mom!”
Grady rushed forward, collapsing onto the floor to take Copeland into her arms with a heavy sob. Simultaneously, the sickening crunch! and the wet, ripping sound as Reid beheaded the zombie seemed to reverberate off the walls, over the rest of the noise.
