Book Four: Chapter 180

Abella stood, wiped the Jabberwock’s ichor off of herself, then glared at Beth. “I hate this,” she said in her thick, French accent. She tossed the chunk of tail in her hands away and then took to the sky once more.

“Because that,” Beth said, watching the gargoyle disappear over the roof. “We need the Jabberwock out here.”

Dana shrugged. “You’re the boss.” She helped carry the coiled up wire and the two of them went into the house.

Beth looked down the hill at the shadowy mass around the gate. If she went down there, would the spirits be able to hurt her? If she passed through the gate, they would definitely be able to, and she worried that they may grab her and drag her through. She had no way to lock the gate if she closed it, and she needed to find a way to bring Cerberus onto this side of the gate. Suly would be her best bet, but he was surrounded by angry souls.

“Shit, shit, shit,” she cursed, moving down the hill. Could the centaurs help? She might be a