Have you ever been in a demon rumble before, Jenna?” I asked.
Hoisting her own demonglass dagger, she shook her head. “Nope. I have a feeling it’s going to be super violent.”
“Maybe we can talk to them,” I said, rubbing my nose with the back of my hand. “Have a little sit-down chat.”
“With tea.”
“Ooh, yeah, with the nice china, and those little sandwiches that don’t have crusts.”
Cal came to stand with us. Aislinn and Finley were getting to their feet, but I could tell they were far away from optimum Brannick strength. “I don’t want to kill these kids,” Cal said.
“Neither do I. But I don’t want them to kill me, either.”
“Not sure what we want is going to matter that much,” Jenna said. I stared out into the trees, hearing my fate move closer.
And here’s the thing: I knew I was supposed to be courageous. I was supposed to use my magic for as long as I could, and be all Braveheart about it. But I didn’t want to. I wanted to cry. I wanted to hug my mom and dad again. I wanted to see Archer. And I wanted to know that I’d done more here than just delay Aislinn’s and Finley’s deaths by a few minutes.
So there was no stoic badass facing down the demon hordes. There was just a teenage girl with tears streaming down her face, her two best friends on either side of her, as all kinds of hellish creatures rushed forward.

Autor: Rachel Hawkins