Chapter 137 Chapter

"Oh my god," I whispered in terror. "I know, I know," muttered Harper, hammering on the horn to catch their attention and I watched in relief as they stumbled backwards, pulling each other down into the gutter. As we passed, I stared out the passenger-side window, noting the blood pouring from the head of one of the girl's who'd hit the concrete hard and how the other girl was screaming; screeching hysterical curses and gesturing wildly at us as we continued regardless. Still, rather a bloodied forehead and a thunderous headache in the morning, than in pieces under the wheels of our car. We took another corner and another, twisting through the streets until I felt nauseous from the speed and dizzy from panic. It reminded me of the first time I had discovered the Varúlfur existed, these creatures that had come to fit so seamlessly into the human world, so much so that I had never even realised that I was living amongst them. I recalled when they had chased Harper and me away from my old