The Darkest Knight #15

She wanted to squeal with joy but swallowed her elation, saving it for the rest of the conversation. In her mind, however, a song still played. He’d been loved all along. His mother had been there all along.

The Darkest Knight #13

A fourth carried a modified chair with an insert she knew was meant for Aleksi. There were at least twenty, with more pouring in by the handful.
She glanced at Giorgio’s hand.
It twitched, and then stopped moving.
“Oh no.”

The Darkest Knight #11

Helmine’s bony fingers came together on the desktop, her gaze like a laser in Giorgio’s direction. “Your mother was the youngest daughter of the woman my husband swore, one day, he would kill. She was from a little city in Italy called Pozza. Have you ever heard of it?”

The Darkest Knight #9

Bodies fell around him, courtesy of Gage’s deadly accuracy. Somewhere.
Someone stepped into his path and Giorgio whipped the blade through the air, not caring on which part of the body it landed.

The Darkest Knight #7

The table she was lying on felt made of metal, surgical instruments were on a counter next to where the man worked, and a light at the end of a flexible tube was pointed between her legs. She needed to get to those surgical tools. All she required was something that could cut through the leather on her arms and then pierce human flesh. An eyeball

The Darkest Knight #6

He rushed toward her, pushed her aside, and swiped the machete across the chest of someone who’d been coming up behind her. Before that person had a chance to fall, he’d already removed a throwing knife from his belt and tossed it. It landed with a thud and a groan in the shadows.