A Vow So Bold and Deadly (Cursebreakers, #3)

by Brigid Kemmerer

Without warning, my throat chokes on a sob. At my back, so does Zo’s. Her arms grip tight. I don’t have words. I don’t know what to say. My thoughts are in a blind panic. I keep searching for hope, but there’s none. Everything is bad. That screech rings out again. Something shoves into us, and Zo cries out. “Zo!” I scream. “Keep going,” she says, redoubling her grip on my waist, but she’s pulling at me, as if something has a grip on her. “Keep going!” I dig my heels in to the horse’s sides, but it’s almost like Zo is on the ground, pulling me back. In a moment I’m going to be yanked off this horse. Then she lets go. She’s gone, her scream echoing in my ears, matched only by the screeching behind us.

YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME NOT ZO