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    Once that was done, I turned back around to check on Obi. He had pulled a blessed knife from somewhere on his body and was making quick work of the two nightstalkers that had been thrown his way. Divide and conquer, except the ones that had eaten the walls were recovering. I focused on my legs and threw myself forward, covering thirty feet in one powerful leap, landing just short of the former marine.
    “There’s no point in sticking around to finish them,” I said. “They won’t follow us out of the tunnels.”
    “Back this way,” Obi said. “I have to make sure my guys don’t come back down here.”
    I raced over to where Kelsie’s body was lying and gently scooped it up into my arms. She had been such a pretty little girl. I wasn’t eager to share the news with Trish or Sarah. I looked back at the nightstalkers. They had regrouped, but they weren’t giving chase. They just stood there watching us leave.
    “Something’s wrong,” I said, motioning back towards them with my head. “Why are they giving up?”
    I hadn’t been paying attention. I turned my head back and saw Izak standing right in front of us, his eyes trained on Kelsie, his expression pure rage. He looked up at me, and I could see the fires of his anger dancing in his eyes. I was taken by the threat of his unspoken power, sizzling in the air around him.
    Obi had his gun on the demon in a blink, only to have it ripped away by an unseen force. Izak turned it towards him, cocking the trigger with an invisible hand.
    “Izak,” I shouted. “No.”
    The demon looked at me, and the gun clattered on the stone. Obi bent down and picked it up, keeping his eyes trained on the fiend.  
    “Why don’t you ever warn me about the company you keep?” Obi cried.
    I didn’t pay him any mind. I felt a desperate pressure on my soul.
    “ Sarah ,” I said. Something was definitely wrong.
    “ Landon, help me. ” She was scared and in pain. A moment later she was gone.

CHAPTER FOUR

    “Sarah,” I shouted. The anger was real. I could feel the heat of it rising from my chest. I could see it echoed in Izak’s expression. “Goddamn it,” I yelled as loud as I could, the epithet echoing off the walls. I focused on the rock above us, pulling at the stone in desperation. I needed to get to the surface, to get back to Sarah. The earth crumbled beneath my will, dropping to the floor in huge clumps.
    “Landon,” Obi said, grabbing me and throwing me to the ground. It broke my focus. “You’re going to kill us all, man. Tell me what the hell is going on and I’ll help you.”
    “Sarah,“ I said again. “Something’s happened. I need to get to her.”
    “Come on,” he said, grabbing my arm and pulling me up. He led me out of the tunnel, back to the subway platform and up onto the concourse. His patrolmen were there, and he ordered them to keep the civilians out of the tunnel, that a collapse had ruined the crime scene. They looked at me, but all they saw was a homeless man carrying a duffel.
    His car was parked right outside the 34th Street entrance. We jumped in and he hit the gas, his siren blaring a path in the otherwise unforgiving crush of traffic. I directed him through the city streets, the car careening in a controlled wildness as he raced along.
    I jumped out of the car before Obi could slam it to a stop, had the manhole cover thrown aside, and was underground before he got out of the door. I could sense him following behind, but I didn’t care. I had promised to protect Sarah, and now something had happened and I wasn’t there. I focused, powering my legs, propelling myself forward. I left Izak and Obi way behind.
    Eight minutes. That’s how long it had taken me to get from Penn to Sarah’s shanty town. It was eight minutes too late. The tents, tarps, cardboard, and plastic had been shredded and thrown around the cavernous room as though a tornado had somehow managed to form below the surface. Cookware, electronics, clothing; all of