“Fire!” shouted Krone. The mortas roared. I felt something race past my head. I heard Delph cry out and he went limp. I gripped his arm tighter. “Delph,” I shouted. “Just go, go,” he said in a strained voice. “I’m okay.” But I knew he was not okay.
I swear David Baldacci I will come for you if you kill off Delph
