The babies reached for Zezi.
A simple touch that diverted her attention.
Before Valerick could react, she had yanked them out of his grip and sped out of the room.
He shook his head, anger kindling in him, as he blinked as if his vision was blurring.
His father had taken his bats, they were in danger, he had to save them!
He went right after Zezi, the bloodoath guiding his instinct.
He would find his father, and he would kill him once and for all.
Zezi’s mind was blank. No memories strayed in her mind, no knowledge seduced her with its presence. All she knew was that she was being hunted, and to the one who was hunting her, the little bats were important. His strength, despite her power, felt superior. She felt a connection to him that she couldn’t explain.
He was close!
She had to lose him. So she did by going to that one place he wouldn’t expect her to go to, although she felt that he could sense her no matter where she went.
