The Last Valkyrie by Jeremy Robinson & Tori Paquette

Author:Jeremy Robinson & Tori Paquette [Robinson, Jeremy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-01-24T06:00:00+00:00

12

Zuh’s face appears at the end of the tunnel. She’s leering at me, and her eyes are filled with more venom than I’ve ever seen. This isn’t the Zuh I know.

She’s been corrupted, I think, by the blood.

She killed Moses.

I lose control. I scream and spit and wave my arms, trying to hit or hurt or scratch her with my nails. Smite is stuck behind me in the passageway, and my only weapons are my hands. But she’s too far away. So I throw my body forward with as much force as I can. The rock pulls against my shoulder before letting me free, and I hear a clunking sound as the bone dislocates.

I scream as it wrests free, and I lurch at Zuh, falling out of the tunnel and knocking us both to the ground. I flail on top of her, punching her face, clawing at her eyes. With a free arm, she swings a chain around me and uses it to roll me underneath her. Her eyes gleam with evil, corrupted intent, but her hair is still black. Not even a streak of red. She holds her knife over my face. We’re both breathing heavily now. I have no weapon and my shoulder pulses with pain. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Moses’s limp body. Furious, burning tears rise to my eyes.

“I thought you were my friend,” I hiss.

Zuh laughs. “You thought wrong.” She lowers the knife to my throat. “They were right. You are weak.”

Nausea swims up my throat, and I fight back the sudden urge to vomit. “Who was right?”

“Your sister. Your mother. Your father.”

The words are like daggers in my gut, twisting, cutting me open.

“You’re lying.” I don’t believe what I’m saying, and we can both hear it.

“You’re a coward,” she spits.

“Better a coward than a traitor.”

A slow grin spreads over Zuh’s face. “To each his own.”

“What are you going to do to me?” I stare up at her, fighting the urge to look away, to run from the fear of death. “Why?”

“If it were up to me, I’d kill you,” she says, pushing the blade into my skin. “And I’d enjoy it.”

Kill me? Zuh? Red hair or not, she has been corrupted by the Nephilim blood, reverting back to her old ways before my father set her free.

“Who’s it up to, then?” I will not look away. I will not back down. I will not show my fear. But my heart is in my throat, pounding, spilling blood down the small slice in my neck.

“Weak and stupid,” she says, and she follows up the two verbal punches with a third. “I serve Freya.”

The word is spoken with reverence, and my blood turns cold.

“You’ve been working with her this whole time?”

“A little hair dye and an occasional smile at the right time goes a long way,” Zuh says.

“That’s why you were gone for so long? After the battle for Antarktos?” I pause, as I realize something I had never considered before. “You weren’t hunting Nephilim, you were helping them escape.

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