“Mortals, you must run. We shall buy you time to escape. These demons will haunt you no more when this night is through.” The youngest spoke, feminine but raspy, and the lightning struck again. This time, Iain ran. The Skimmers, all but Zena, joined him, and the Harpies dove, the Furies meeting them in midair in a clash of lightning and flame.
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