Lise started running.

A hail of glittering shards erupted from Ashs direction, pelting the Grim with frozen daggers and stinging bits of ice. They shattered or glanced off the Grims muscular hide, not injuring the beast, but it was enough to buy them a few seconds head start.

That few seconds was probably enough for them to safely get out.

They fled down the aisles, dashing between crypts, ducking around statues of angels and saints, the hot breath of the Grim at their heels. If they had been in the open, the monstrous dog wouldve run them down and used them as a chew toy in three seconds flat, but the narrow streets and tight corridors slowed it down a bit. They zigzagged our way through the cemetery, staying one step ahead of the Grim, until the white concrete wall that marked the cemetery grounds loomed ahead of them.

She was definitely relieved, but didn't stop running yet. They had to get out the cemetery first.

Besides, this could get them to like him. And noting how powerful they are, a whole race of creative fey liking him would definitely be advantageous.

Ash reached the barrier first and whirled to help Lise up, positioning himself as a step stool.


Very true.

She got atop the wall with his help, and went over.

Plus this is a great time for it noting that Cammie can translate and give insight on the sirens society.

Ash leaped straight up, like he was attached to wires, and landed on the edge, Puck close behind.

A deafening howl made their ears ring.



Touche.