Chapter 23
I got pummelled on the concrete floor, unable to open my eyes. Something heavy thumped on my chest, a little more and it would break my ribs. I took in sweet, warm air and managed to fill my burning lungs.
Billy fell back relieved and I turned to the side, coughing my lungs out, wheezing in air, coughing, wheezing, and so on.
Prodromos leaned back, crossed her chest in an absent-minded religious gesture and sat near me on a barrel. As soon as I managed to calm myself, I stared at Billy, who was rattled but fine, and at the fallen barrels at my path. The mess was real alright, but what I had seen before, my friend getting choked and ripped apart by the Erinyes, and her tearing of the metal barrels was not real. I had knocked over a barrel or two myself, but nothing more.
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