I stared into them, willing him to come back, to be okay. I had promised him he’d be okay. Without thinking of the danger, I dove for him, disbelief making me stupid and slow. Malachi jumped forward and wrenched the knives from Nick’s body in time to bury them both in the stomach of an oncoming Mazikin—the guy I’d followed to this house. With a groan, the Mazikin dropped to the ground, curled in on himself. Malachi sheathed the bloody weapons, grabbed my arm, and wrenched me away from Nick. “Go. Henry’s out front with the car.”I was still glued to Nick’s empty eyes. “But he was—”“Go!” Malachi shouted in my face, spinning me around and shoving me toward the door.My eyes stinging, my chest aching, I stumbled out of the house. “We have to—”“We have to get out of here,” said Malachi as he dragged me toward the street.I forced myself not to look back as we climbed into the back of the gray sedan. Henry took off immediately, steering competently through the maze of the run-down neighborhood.
