The portal was shrinking.
Seraph could see it from the collapsing prison block. The timer in her head was saying they had maybe ninety seconds before it closed completely.
Ninety seconds while carrying two unconscious bodies and being chased by six of Sterling's killers.
"Move faster!" she shouted at Kira and Torres, who were struggling with Thorne's dead weight.
Behind them, the Beta-Class Weavers were catching up with them. Each one summoned their Progeny as they ran.
A blade of solid shadow shot past Seraph's head, missing her by inches. She didn't dare look back. She couldn't slow down. Draven was getting heavier in her arms.
"Stay with me," she said to him. "You don't get to die after pulling off something that stupid."
His only response was a pained groan.
CRACK.
