Yet another dark and nasty alleyway proved our only exit. I kept a firm grip on Jack, wishing there was some way to transport him without forcing him to walk. He did seem stronger, however, not putting quite so much of his weight on me, so I allowed myself at least a sliver of hope for him and focused instead on escape.

I was the last out of the door but still managed to witness Stella in violent but beautiful action. She spun in deadly precision as two large men tumbled ...