“I think,” Henry says, dipping a hand into the pocket of his wheelchair and coming out with a deck of cards. “That this is a moment that calls for a distraction.” Cora perks up a little. “Nothing says distraction like a couple hands of high-stakes poker,” she quips. I smile at her, knowing that Cor

Sinclair We move quickly through the sewers, getting to our launching point in less time than I had estimated it would take. I glance at my phone, not anticipating that we’d have been able to receive any messages from our home base, but disappointed regardless. As our men range themselves on eithe

Ella Cora and I pound down the stairs, gasping for breath by the time we reach the bottom. She starts down the dark hall, holding Henry’s phone out in front of her, its flashlight blaring through the darkness, but I cry out a little and grab her hand. She turns to me, frantic, desperate to get awa

Ella “Ella!” Cora screams as one of the men comes around her side of the car and starts to bash at her window with a crowbar, the glass cracking and then beginning to fall inside the car. But I have no time to respond – I’m already unbuckling my belt and throwing myself into the back seat towards m

Sinclair “We have to get to them,” Roger snarls, moving towards a window – intending to bash it to pieces, I know – but I grab his arm as he goes, pulling him back. “The priests are not that stupid, Roger,” I say through clenched teeth. “If they can make the door disappear, they can make the wind