Slowly, I poked my head over the ledge, relief trickling through me. Gotcha.
Dragan was wreathed in a spindle of neon flame. The twisted signature of his sorcery tainted the air around us as glowing green runes appeared one by one across the surface of the roof.
I had no idea what he was doing, but I got the feeling that I didn’t have time to figure it out.
Preoccupied by his spell, Dragan didn’t see me. His back was turned.
Give me speed, Wolfie.
I’d only have one chance, and I had to make it count.
Crouching for a sprint, I launched myself forward and summoned my Soul Knife. Our feet pounded the rooftop, moving faster than I ever had before. Dragan began to turn, and I—
Unbelievable pain cascaded through my body as I slammed into a solid, invisible wall.
I felt my left wrist snap on impact, and I ricocheted off the unyielding barrier.
Agony jumped from limb to limb as I rolled onto my side. Darkness pressed at the corners of my vision, and I couldn’t breathe.
From his pillar of fire, Dragan laughed. “Savannah, you are always so entertaining. Sorry I had to lock you out of the party.”
It hurt too much to even think about rising, but I managed a jagged breath. “The party isn’t over, Dragan.”
“Oh, but it is. You’re too late. The ritual is complete.”
I laughed. “Then why are you hiding up here? Where’s your Dark God?”
“Watching. Waiting for the final sacrifice to be made.” He turned and flashed a malicious grin. “You.”