Page 260 of Psycho Gods

Even if I survived, the oversized ungodly would still pose a threat to the men.

A pincer swung toward me. I sliced it off.

I made my choice.

My thoughts went blank, and I fought desperately, blue swinging in an unfollowable blur as pieces of ungodly rained down. I tried to create a path for myself.

For each one I downed, another seemed to appear.

The shadow of the oversized ungodly loomed behind the fray like he was waiting for me to tire.

He was smarter than the rest.

But I also wasn’t stupid.

Mind blank with concentration, I barely processed the vibration that shook the stone beneath my feet.

There was a bone-chilling roar.

Something immense slammed against me. My head cracked against the wall, and I fell, slumping against the stone.

I braced myself for the attack.

A furry body moved, and I squinted in the dark.

Ungodly shrieked as they were slaughtered, and razor-sharp claws glinted as they sliced mercilessly.

Groggily, I rubbed at my eyes as I tried to push the confusion from my brain.

“Stand up!” Jinx’s voice was fuzzy and barely audible. “S—protect—you. Find—sword. Do—now!”

Head aching, vision spinning, I crawled through the debris toward the blue glow.

I reached toward a sword.

My fingers…just…barely…wrapped around metal. A wall of muscle and fur slammed against me.

Everything went silent.

In slow motion, as if I was merely spectating, I sailed through a brick wall, and my teeth chattered against my pipe.

A white-and-black, striped creature flew through the air with me. Razor-sharp claws were bright pink and decorated with rhinestones. It had twin fangs longer than my arm.

Moisture blurred my vision.

Sadie had heard me.

Against all odds, she’d heard my call for help.

The ceiling where we’d stood fell down on the ungodly, and the corridor disappeared in a pile of rubble.

My body turning midair like a rag doll, my eyes widened as I saw what we were flying toward:

A vacuum of swirling energy.

A portal.

This can’t be good.