He steps back... and then flees.
"That was a mistake," Vicky says. "He'll call hunters."
"If the hunters aren't already on their way, they aren't good enough at their jobs for me to be worried," you mutter.
Ed nods. "Yep. We need to get out of here."
Vicky slings Sergi's arm over her shoulders. Nikolas and Marco rush to help prop him up.
"Come on. There's an exit this way."
Together, you and the pack make your escape, carrying Sergi through the hospital. Several people stare, but no one stops you.
Eventually, through what feels like sheer fucking luck, you find an emergency fire escape and burst through it into the early morning air. For a few seconds, all you do is stare up at the pale grey clouds hanging overhead.
It's morning. It was night when you fell off the bridge. Hours must have passed... and you don't know what happened in those hours.
"Did you kill him?" you ask.
Ed looks at you. He's frowning. "Who?"
"Blackwell."
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