I gave a small, bitter smile and closed my eyes.
The Butcher laughed loudly and threw Heidi toward them. She stumbled into their arms, crying and begging them to take her away.
Before my brother and Atlas could even catch their breath, the Butcher pulled a round object from his pocket, grinning wildly as he got ready to throw it toward the police and the crowd.
“Anyway, I can’t escape this time. Might as well take a few more down with me before I die!”
My brother’s pupils went small, and he shouted right away, “Evacuate! He’s got a bomb!”
Screams, cries, and sobs mixed with the Butcher’s loud laughter.
“Die, all of you.”
The next second, everyone watched in terror as a frail figure staggered out from the corner.
I ran forward, threw myself onto the bomb, and pressed it hard against the Butcher’s chest.
The bomb buzzed between us, the sound cutting through my heart. Then there was a deafening explosion.
Darkness, heat, pain.
Glass shattered, wood splintered, and my ears felt as if they were being torn. Through the burning pain, a pair of gentle hands held me close.
It was Tessa. Her voice was soft like the wind, yet it sounded clear in my ear.
“Sienna, don’t be afraid, we’re going home.”