His silver-blue eyes narrowed, and out of the edge of my vision, I saw the lightbulb click on for him as he saw me for the first time, my cloaking charm now on the floor and useless. He’d just realized I wasn’t some random intruder. I had to finish off Otto fast and figure out how to deal with Alab.
Damas roared again, but it was distant, back in the orb room. He couldn’t help me. Otto backed me up again, and I struggled to keep those fangs and claws from reaching me. He had three weapons—fangs and two sets of claws—and all I had was Nightshade. Fezzik had riddled him with bullets, but it wasn’t enough. Nightshade could take off his head. I just needed an opeMing.
But he was incredibly fast, amped up on rage and bloodlust. Whereas my body ached, and my lungs burned from the exertion. I s
