I’m thrust back into the reality of the gunfight, and now that I have a body, I have to breathe deeply in order not to throw up from what I just saw.
What Kit did to Baba Yaga in that vision is going to haunt me more than Bentley’s burned body—and I didn’t think that was possible.
Speaking of poor Bentley: it seems the car bomb that killed him was aimed at Kit, not me. Same goes for that attack in the bathroom—Gaius was helping Baba Yaga when he lured Kit to the hotel with the promise of sex. That’s why Baba Yaga was able to honestly tell Nero she wasn’t trying to kill me. It was true. I just happened to be near Kit when Baba Yaga struck.
If I hadn’t been so self-centered, I would’ve guessed it earlier.
The more I think about the recent events, the more I realize Baba Yaga deserves the fate she got in the vision.
She killed Rose. She killed Kevin and Bentley. In the vision, she even got to me—or will.
Yeah.
Will.
Maybe my top priority should be preventing myself from ending up as that unmoving body?
But how? I didn’t see what led up to it, so I need more data.
Trying to go back into Headspace fails.
Either I’m too stressed out after what I saw, or I don’t have enough juice.
A Johnny jumps out from the back of the restaurant, and I put a bullet in his head on autopilot.
Another one leaps out, and I shoot him too.
“I saw the most horrible vision,” I say for Felix’s benefit. “I need to do something to prevent it, but—”
I don’t finish my sentence because I see him.
Koschei.
He’s holding the knife, and his green eyes gleam with deadly determination as he leaps for me.
I shoot him in the head.
The gun clicks empty.
I raise the shotgun, but it’s too late.
Koschei smacks it out of my hands, then tosses me at the nearest wall like a Frisbee.
I hit the wall with my injured back and slide to the floor, again.
My consciousness flees.