Book 9: What She Can Do

Sydney

I jolt upright, blinking into near total darkness. Moonlight sweeps over a cavernous space, illuminating darkened corridors and intricate carvings along the green-gray stone of the wall I’m facing. Condensation drips down the stones, gathering in pockets of moss.

Cool night air touches my skin as I scan the perimeter, catching sight of four gray, wolflike bodies bleeding green onto the tiles. 

Reality sweeps over me like a tidal wave that washes me back into my body. I clutch my stomach, finding myself clothed somehow. I pull my shirt up and run my hand over my muscles. There’s no stab wound where Gabriel’s knife pierced my stomach. 

“Syd?” 

“Dad?”

A groan echoes off the walls as I rise to my knees and look around, spotting Dad on his side only a few feet away. 

“Dad, Goddess fuck, what happened? How are you here?” I crawl to him, my pants soaking with the blood of all four rogues, and clutch Dad’s