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Daisy shut her eyes, because everything was just a fucking shit show, and that was easier. And she could feel her strength, her energy waning. Taking GodWolf's life force, his spirit, his soul, his chi/xi/qi, whatever the fuck you wanted to call it, had taken more out of her than she'd have liked, and it wasn't aided by pulling the other wolves through from the river. Bringing the wight over with her had been another thing entirely, and all this was without having to contend with...whatever it was Veti's beau had become.

She dreaded having to warn the werewolf.

She was suddenly aware of the wight standing beside her, maybe asking her something again, though she couldn't be bothered to try and sift words through. The dead were gathering again and the walls around them were trembling. And there was a cold, like a sinking, heavy pressure weighing down on her, a bit like being smothered, that told her GodWolf was close. And probably pissed. Even with having siphoned off some of his energy, he would be dangerous. The dead might stop him -- he was a pretty big fish on this side, even compared to her. But they wouldn't hold him long. And Daisy wouldn't be able to hold him off at all.

She opened her eyes and blinked wearily at the wight. He was standing closer than she'd realized, and she wasted just a moment wondering at that. Unbidden, his earlier words, suddenly clear as crystal rang through her mind. Her other thoughts had been foggy, unfocused. These her sharp as broken glass.

Dimitritch, our hero, failed...
...His Sergeyevna was lost.

Daisy shivered.

And then she turned abruptly from the wight to Max, her gaze hardening. She didn't know what he meant about 'trade', but she could guess. She stared at him for a long time, seriously contemplating not bringing him back, wondering if she could control him if she did. She didn't know what had happened to him, or whether anything had happened at all. Maybe he just resented her for killing him. Maybe he had hated her for a year. And combined with the souls she had wronged on this side...Max could spell trouble.

But that was neither here, nor there. He seemed not to be a threat for the moment, and they really did need to move. Shaking her head, Daisy let her walls drop and nearly went down with them.

Instead, she sagged calmly and pulled up a new portal of swirling mist and gray.

"Hurry," she said sagely. "Before GodWolf -- "

And then something else, much closer, and much more familiar, made itself known.

Daisy swallowed a groan. "Oh, for fuck's -- "

In the distance, GodWolf raised his stupid, bitch-ugly maw and howled.

The Reaper didn't bother shivering this time. Keeping her eyes on the Godwolf, and the horde of dead slow his progress, she spoke quickly.

"Go," she said lowly, beckoning toward the portal for Max and Semyon both. "Go. Now. Leave or you won't get a second chance."

She could feel Jay-Jay's fire-demon coming, to, a flash of heat among the cold. How many times was it she'd led one of their own through the doors?

"I have something I need to do, and I need to do it before GodWolf figures his shit out. GO."

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