Free Genesis (The Legend of Glory Book 3) by Devin O'Branagan Page B

She ripped his shirt to make a bandage and wrapped the wound. “We need to get him back to our place. He needs blood. We’ve got a lot there.”
    Rory extended her wrist. “He can have some of mine now.”
    Jinx stood and cupped Rory’s cheek, then glanced at her bleeding shoulder wound. “It looks like you need to keep what you have.”
    “Did you guys kill Bo?” Rory asked.
    Jinx shook her head. “Half his gang bit the dust, though.”
    “So, he’ll still be gunning for Zane and those he loves.” It wasn’t a question; Rory knew the answer.
    Jinx picked Zane up and loaded him into the bed of the pickup. Rory grabbed his hat and clutched it to her chest. Jade dragged a big, metal supply cabinet over to block the hole in the wolf enclosure, and Jasmine collected the bloody machetes. Jezebel slid behind the wheel while everyone else managed to haul their beaten, wounded, and gore-coated bodies into the truck. Making only a rolling stop so Jasmine could jump out to retrieve the Batmobile, they took Joy home.
     
     

 
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER SIX
     
     
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    “Should Team Badass have a battle cry?” Raven asked.
    We sat around my kitchen table eating cheese omelets and sliced tomatoes for breakfast.
    Dominic pointed his fork at her. “Yell, ‘For Narnia!’ It will probably make your opponents laugh, hence distracting them and providing you with a great tactical advantage. It’ll also add more fire to your fight because if you lose, well, Narnia loses. Nobody wants to be the reason Narnia loses.”
    Raven and I burst out in welcome laughter.
    I leaned over to kiss him. “Your wit is one of the many reasons I love you so much.”
    “What’s a Narnia?” Lailah asked.
    “A world accessible only through a mystical wardrobe where magic, mythical beings and talking animals abound,” Dominic said.
    Lailah nodded. “Ah, I think I know the place.”
    “I’m sure you do,” he said.
    I rubbed my aching neck. Yesterday had been spent learning to fall and roll like Captain Kirk. “You do realize that I’ll need to know how to defend myself when my stomach’s the size of Texas?”
    “Your best defense will be situational awareness,” Lailah said. “All of you need to fine tune your senses. It’s natural for Sasha, but the rest of you must work at sensing danger.”
    I blinked. “How do I do that?”
    “Awareness is a choice. Work at becoming consciously aware of what’s normal in your environments so you’ll know when something changes. If you do it enough, there’s a part of your brain that will start doing it for you. But you have to listen for the warning bells your subconscious sends you and so need to avoid being distracted.”
    “Ever?” Raven asked. “How could we never be distracted?”
    “Don’t play with your telephone so much, or listen to music through that wire attached to it, or watch the television. Life’s no longer about your entertainment. It’s about your survival,” Lailah said.
    “But—”
    “It is one thing to study war and another thing to live the warrior’s life,” Lailah told her.
    “Since I’ve become human I’ve noticed that I can sense the air pressure change when someone comes into the room,” Dominic said. “I know when somebody’s looking at me—sometimes I even feel who it is. Is that normal for humans, or is it because I was an angel?”
    “That’s normal,” I said. “It happens to me.”
    Lailah nodded. “Everything is vibration in different forms. The mind is a receiver. Train your mind.”
    I patted my baby bump. I’d do whatever was necessary to keep her safe.
    “How is Spooky Baby baking?” Raven asked.
    “She’s rising fast,” I said.
    “Your Professor Greenberg is coming over today,” Lailah said.
    I shook my head. “What? You didn’t tell me the Caretakers had reached him.”
    “I just found out.” She looked at me. “Just now. While we’ve been talking.”
    “Right.” Good.