A Day of Glory by Bella Forrest

Author:Bella Forrest [Forrest, Bella]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-08-25T23:00:00+00:00

Grace

Orlando, Field and his friends, my mother and I were sitting in Orlando’s bedroom, gaping at the screen of my open laptop. Field was in a daze, as were his companions; the Bloodless seemed a fairly new species to them, which was ironic considering their blood was one of the keys to combating them.

The screen displayed a scene of utter desolation, a scene that belonged in my darkest nightmares of the time that Orlando and I had spent in Bloodless Chicago. It was a time that I’d been trying to purge from my brain, but watching the reporters stream footage from New York City brought it all flooding back. My skin broke out in goosebumps.

Waves of Bloodless washed through the city, spilling into homes and digging their fangs into all they passed. Men, women, families, none were spared.

“Oh, God,” I choked. “What is happening? Where are our people?”

My question was answered as we switched to a broadcast that was covering Chicago. Here, at least, was a more hopeful scene. I spotted a few of our witches in the clips as they cast freezing spells upon swathes of the monsters. Then more of our army would hurry over to administer injections of antidote. They appeared to be making more progress than I’d expected.

But this was only one city. New York was still a complete mess.

I groaned. “What’s going to—?”

“Hey, there’s your dad,” my mother said, excitement lighting up her worried voice. Yes. There he was. His dark hair rippling in the night breeze, he was in a semi-subtle state, his feet on the ground. He was luring a group of Bloodless toward a group of jinn at the end of his street. They stunned the monsters before they stooped over them with the antidote.

“We need more people out there,” I said, gripping the sheets of my bed. “We need tons more people.” I wished I could help in even some small, indirect way. It was endlessly frustrating sitting here helpless in bed.

And when was the next city going to fall? Would the IBSI keep withdrawing? What if they withdrew from everywhere?

Before I could sink deeper into worry about how far the IBSI was willing to go to make their point, there was a knock at our door.

It was Shayla. I would’ve leapt from the bed in surprise to greet her if I had been strong enough.

But she hardly had eyes for me, or for my mother. Her focus went straight to Orlando. “Honey,” she said, “Come with me.”

Orlando looked utterly confused as he stared back at the witch. He glanced at me, but I shared his confusion. Then he slipped himself off the bed, into a wheelchair—he, like me, was still shaky after taking the antidote—and wheeled out of the room after the witch.

My mom helped me into my own chair and we hurried after him. The witch led us to the end of the corridor before stopping outside a door. Gripping the handle, she pushed it open. Orlando, entering first, gasped.

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