Chapter 61

• A beam of pure force slammed into the asphalt where Lily had been standing a second ago, turning it to molten glass. The concussive blast hit me like a physical fist, throwing me and Ash to the ground behind the burned-out husk of a sedan.
• “Shit!” Ash roared, his voice a tinny buzz over the radio in my helmet. “Turret! Bank roof, second story!”
• I risked a glance over the mangled hood of the car. He was right. A sleek, black turret, something I’d never seen before, unfolded from the pristine brickwork of the Northwood Savings & Loan. It swiveled with a silent, soulless grace, its single red optical lens sweeping the street.