THESE BROKEN VOWS (Kazbrekker x Fem!reader) [ book version]

CHAPTER 13

-🗡️BHAGYA P.O.V🗡️-

The Dime Lions seized Bhagya's wrists. Eamon struck her across the mouth, but she kept her fists clenched, her mind focused. This wasn't the exhilaration she'd felt on parem .

That had been heat, fire, light. This was a cold flame, one that burned low and blue. She felt the corpses rise, one after another, answering her call.

Bhagya was conscious of hands on her, chains being lashed around her wrists, but the cold was deeper now, a fast-flowing winter river, black rapids jagged with broken ice.

Bhagya heard screaming, the rattle of gunfire, and then the twist of metal.
The hands on her loosened, and the chains hit the cobblestones with an
almost musical jangle. Bhagya drew her arms toward her, plunging further into the cold of the river.

"What the hell," said Eamon, one of the dime lions, turning toward the guardhouse. "What the
hell."

The Dime Lions were backing up now, mission forgotten, terror on their
faces, and Bhagya could see exactly why.

A line of people were pushing on
the fence, rocking it on its posts. Some were old, some young, but all of
them were beautiful-cheeks flushed, lips rosy, hair bright with shine and
moving in waves around their faces with the gentle sway of something that grew underwater.

They were lovely and they were horrible, because while some of them bore no signs of injury, one had brown blood and vomit splashed all over her dress, another bore a puncture wound gone black with
decay.

Two were naked and one had a deep, wide gash across her stomach,
the plump pink skin falling forward in a flap.

All of their eyes shone black,
the glassy slate of winter water.

Bhagya felt a wave of nausea overtake her. She felt strange and a little
shameful, as if she was looking into a window she had no right to peek
through. But she was out of options. And the truth was, she did not want to stop.

She flexed her fingers. The fence crashed forward in a harsh screech of tearing metal. The Dime Lions opened fire, but the corpses kept coming, without interest or fear.

"It's them!" Eamon screamed, stumbling backward, falling, dragging himself onto his knees as his men fled into the night. "They're coming for
the Grisha bitch and the Suli whore!"

"Bet you're wishing we'd had that talk now," Nina growled. But she
didn't care about the Dime Lions.
She looked up.

Inej was still on the wire, but the girl in white was on the roof of the second silo and was reaching for the clamp. Y/N was on the third silo, and the girl in blue was hot on her tail.

The net , she demanded. Now.

The corpses moved in a blurry burst of speed, rushing forward, then suddenly halting, as if awaiting instruction.

She gathered her concentration and willed them to obey, shoving all her
strength and life into their bodies. In seconds they had the net in their
hands, and they were running, so fast
Bhagya could not track them.

The high wire went slack. Inej fell. Bhagya screamed. Inej's body struck the net, bounced high, struck the net again.

Bhagya ran to her. "Inej!"