Infinity Reaper (Infinity Cycle #2) - Adam Silvera Page 0,23
down my arms with two of hers and twirling the oblivion dagger with another. I try kicking at her head, but a fourth arm catches my foot. She drives the dagger down toward my throat, but Iris’s hand slides underneath, and the bone blade goes through her palm, her glistening blood spilling onto me. Iris punches Dione in the face with her other hand, and I can hear bones cracking as Dione flies backward.
Iris bites down on her lip as she slowly pulls the oblivion dagger out of her hand, the bone clattering as she drops it to the ground. We take cover behind a pillar. Iris examining the blood gushing out of the hole in her hand reminds me of when we were children in the park and she jumped on my back so she could experience what it was like to levitate. We ran toward the edge of the staircase and I carried us into the air, but I couldn’t hold her for very long. We fell, and she landed on a pile of broken glass that pierced her skin. At least Iris isn’t crying this time.
“Fly after Eva—she’s with Carolina, Ruth, and Esther.”
“Ruth drove off,” I say.
We peek around the pillar to see Eva and Carolina being pursued by acolytes.
“We have to get them,” Iris says, taking off at a sprint.
But that’s when I see June standing by the driveway’s entrance sign—and she’s staring at me.
I grab the dagger and go straight for June, ignoring Iris shouting for me to help her because she’s not in charge of me. I don’t owe her just because a dagger was driven through her hand for me. If she hadn’t kept my true lineage a secret from me, I would’ve understood my powers better and saved our parents and Atlas. Iris will rescue Eva and have her hand healed. I have to kill June while she’s stupid enough to show her face.
I glide after June as she takes off running through the bushes and heads downhill. June darts into the street and has to phase through an oncoming car, though it’s too late for the driver, who swerves to miss her and crashes into another car. June stands in the center of her chaos as the other cars honking masks the sounds of spellwork back at the hospital. I drop down onto the street, swinging the dagger. June fades out and kicks me from behind, and I crash into the hood of a car. Then my psychic sense goes into overload as she keeps reappearing around and attacking me. Punch to my back, elbow to my neck, kick to my ribs. She punches my shoulder from behind so hard that I think she’s dislocated it, and I don’t have Atlas around to pop it back in. My eyes flutter from dizziness as she slams my face against the hood.
She tries to wrestle the dagger away from me, and my arm is too busted to keep a tight grip. Dark yellow flames burst from my fist and burn her hands. Is this why she and the Blood Casters came back—for the dagger? Or did they hunt us down to get revenge for their creator? I don’t know if June even has enough humanity in her to care for Luna like a mother, but I hope she was forced to watch Luna choke to death on her own blood.
I cast a stream of fire at June, obscuring her vision as I levitate about ten feet high, and when she walks through my flames, expecting to find me still on the ground, I hurl the dagger down at her with my good arm. June sees me just in time, and the dagger phases through her, clattering against the ground. She’s untouchable. . . .
June slowly turns to her shoulder, eyeing it curiously. Gray-and-red blood drips down her solid body.
The oblivion dagger can harm her when she’s incorporeal.
We both learn this at the same time.
I drop down, grab and throw the dagger again, but June vanishes through the ground this time. I wait for her to pop back up, but she doesn’t. The gray-and-red blood on the bone dagger is the most promising sight I’ve seen in days.
There’s a crack in June’s armor, and I’m going to break her apart.
Ten
Poison
BRIGHTON
There haven’t been a lot of times that I’ve missed being that ordinary Brighton who was college-bound about a month ago, but I would give a lot right now to be healthy in some dorm