Chapter 493

• If the rider ever gave a damn about Vinicius, someone he apparently knew, he didn't anymore. With a clear chance to sink his axes into Vinicius's claws and send the gigantic demon tumbling down toward Mia and David, he didn't take it. Maybe he thought it'd put Vinicius in his way of his true goal, because he ignored Vinicius, hooked one of his axes on his back, kept the other in hand, and jumped.
• His metal boots hit the sloped balcony, and he slid down the bloodied metal surface like he was riding a surfboard.
• "What the fuck!" Mia tightened her grip on the beam between her legs and backed away from the balcony as fast as she could. Not very fast. Sliding up forty-five degrees on a big metal beam covered in blood and giant spikes, to get higher and away from where the rider would land was borderline impossible. And David was below her.