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Sirena blurred. A silver streak shot over our heads, grabbed Kosma, and lifted her into the sky. A strange, dragon-like creature held a screaming Kosma in her claws.
“No,” I screamed. “Don’t do it!”
Kazran bolted from his spot, mowing down novices to get to her.
Sirena let go.
“Ahhhhh—!”Thud.
Her body smacked the concrete—the impact reverberating under my shoes and into my soul where it’d live forever, haunting me.
“Kosma!”
Her friends and Liza rushed to her. Sirena hit the ground and her wings flashed out, blocking their way. “Don’t you dare. No one helps that worthless, disrespectful trash. You Sisypheans have been getting above yourself, but that ends today.”
Through the pressing bodies, I saw Kosma’s fingers twitch.
Thank goodness she was alive, but if she didn’t get help soon, I wouldn’t be saying that for long.
I moved around Nitsa, straining for an opening to reach her and help. My new angle gave me a view of her hand slipping into her pocket.
“From now on, if one of you disrespects your betters, all of you pay.”
Kosma’s hand flashed, throwing a small, black object at Sirena’s head. It smashed across her cheek.
She screamed.
Red weeping seams split Sirena’s skin all over her face, arms, neck, and where I couldn’t see—red spots blooming on her clothes. Horror punched me in the gut as blue, purple, and black bruises erupted over her body. Sirena looked like an invisible force beat her to a pulp, then sliced her to ribbons.
“Ahhh!” Screaming, wailing, crying—Sirena’s wings crumpled and brought her down, a heavy silver weight pinning her to the ground.
Chara shot behind her and grasped Kosma’s forehead, filling her with healing power. Kosma shot to her feet and bellowed, “Now!”
Sisypheans descended on Sirena like lions on a carcass. Kicking, hitting, punching—they broke what the hellstone didn’t.
“Stop!”
Titans burst into action, led by Alex, Ajax, and Calix. Sisypheans snapped around like that was their cue. They each had something in their hands.
“Alex, get down!” I shouted.
They let loose. Hellstones soared through the air, taking out victims in one hit, and or smashing on the ground and finding their mark with ricocheting, scattered pieces. Titans went down in a hail of screaming, writhing misery.
“Fuck it to hades, where did they get all those hellstones!” Sebastian cried, whirling on Castor.
The reincarnation of the torturous, frightening pit of hell shrugged. “Someone bought two hundred off me last night,” Castor drawled. “Four thousand drachmas. Couldn’t turn it down.”
“Shit! This isn’t good.” The nightmarish scene around me, and it was the look on Sebastian’s face that filled me with fear. “This will not be good.”
A whirling, spraying water funnel surrounded Ajax—capturing the thrown hellstones. Water blasted out, tossing Sisypheans off their feet, scattering part of their defensive wall.
Pink, sparkly clouds wafted over Sirena’s attackers—filling their noses, spreading into their lungs. They dropped their hands and rocks immediately.
“Calix, I’m sorry!”
“Calix, I love you!”
They kicked, pushed, and knocked each other down trying to get to him—confessions of undying love and devotion spilling from their lips. They cleared the way for Alex to Sirena. Anyonewho raised their hand at my love dropped, screaming as loud as the Titans under the effect of the hellstones.
