“I …” Baxian choked on the word. “There are about two dozen of them.” Bryce swapped a confused glance with Hunt and asked, “Them?” Baxian let out a laugh that verged on hysteria. “I swear, it’s like they sprang out of the earth, like they were hibernating or hiding there, I don’t fucking know—” “Baxian,” Bryce said, heart thundering. “What is it?” “Flying horses. Horses with wings.” Bryce blinked slowly. “Horses … with wings.”
