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He had been wedged into a corner behind a cot, cowering and praying, and begging to be spared. He had thrown things at the bug, but bedpans and bottles were nothing to the monster.
And then, in an instant, the creature was gone.
Its bloody mandibles had been scraping the wall, trying to dislodge Virtue. Inches and milliseconds from gruesome death.
And then . . . nothing.
Gone.
Virtue had heard nothing but the sound of his own sobbing.
And then the sounds of others crying.
And an insistent, mad howl of despair.
Dahra was screaming as he drew her gently from beneath a body.
“It’s gone,” he’d said.
She couldn’t stop shaking. Couldn’t stop howling. And Virtue was suddenly back in that refugee camp in the Congo, remembering things he’d witnessed when he was still too young to understand.
A terrible fury boiled up inside him. An uncontrollable rage against everyone and everything that made the world a hell of fear and pain and loss.
He wanted to smash things. He wanted to bellow like a wild animal.
But Dahra had ceased howling, and now just stared up at him, needing someone, someone to finally take care of her.
Virtue took her hand and put his arm around her shoulder. “We’re getting you out of here,” he said gently.
There were kids crying out in pain. But Virtue knew that Dahra could no longer respond. So he led her out into the cool, fresh air.
The bodies of the bugs were all gone. The bodies of those they had killed were not.
Virtue didn’t know where to take Dahra. After all, she was the one kids took other kids to. He didn’t know anyone to help her. Maybe no one could help her.
He led Dahra to the ruined church. It was quiet inside, although it, too, had been a scene of battle. He cleared a space for her in a pew. He sat her down, sat beside her, so weary, and closed his eyes and prayed.
“God in your heaven, look down and take pity on this girl. She has done enough.” He sighed and added a doubtful, “Amen.”
Virtue did not stay long. There were still kids needing help.
He ran into his brother heading toward the hospital. Sanjit hugged him tight and said, “They’re gone, Choo. They’re all gone.”
Virtue nodded and patted Sanjit’s back reassuringly.
Sanjit held him out and looked at his face. “Are you okay, brother?”
“I’ve had better days,” Virtue said.
“So, I guess the island’s looking even better now, huh?” Sanjit asked. “You were right, it’s one big open-air asylum.”
Virtue nodded solemnly and glanced back at the church. “Yeah, but there’s a couple of saints mixed in with the crazies.”
Caine walked stiffly back to town. He was burned, scraped, punctured, bruised, and might, he thought, have broken a couple of ribs.
But he had won.
The only downside—aside from the various pains that made him wince with every step—was that he hadn’t done it alone. Brianna had scored an assist. He couldn’t stand her, but man, was she good in a fight.
