Lucan pushed himself up from the gravel, his mouth filling with the taste of copper. His predatory acceleration flared again, but as he shifted through space, the movement was jagged. Sloppy. Every time he jumped, he saw a flash of Felicity turning her back on him.
Pop.
He appeared to the left, tearing his claws through the General's shoulder plating, but as the black fluid sprayed, he heard her voice scream: Stop it! You're making it worse! You're disgusting!
Pop.
Lucan shifted behind the zombie, driving his knee into its spine, but the impact felt distant, muffled by the overwhelming certainty that he was already too late.
Voss is in the nest with her, the voice whispered in his ear. He's holding her right now. She's smiling because you aren't there.
