THROUGH THE WINDOW, Mailah could see the pursuing helicopter struggling to match their movements.
It loomed closer, its spotlights cutting through the mist like blades of white fire. The sound of its rotors was deafening now—a pounding rhythm that matched the frantic beating of Mailah's heart.
"Can't you lose them?" she yelled over the roar.
Chen's reply was a growl of concentration. "I'm trying! But they've got power enchantments—see that shimmer around the rotors? Someone boosted their engine with magic."
"Of course they did," Mailah muttered, half hysterical. "Why wouldn't they bring demon-enhanced machinery to a casual evening chase?"
Grayson shot her a look—equal parts exasperated and fond. Even now, even here, she still found a way to make him almost laugh.
But the humor died as a flash of red streaked across the sky.
