Flashback ( PDFDrive )

But she didn’t really breathe again until Sandor shouted, “Another
one down!”
He stumbled out of the tree line a minute later, holding out his arm
—which looked like it had been chewed up and spit out a few times—
and showing off the two newborn fangs in his palm.
“Cadfael said there were only three newborns,” Grizel said as she
took a fang from Sandor. “So only one more to go, right?”
“Yeah,” Sophie said. “And I already took out one of its eyes.”
“Then let’s finish this.” Sandor ordered her to stay behind him as
they charged toward the clearing, and Sophie was surprised to realize
how far she’d run in her desperate sprint. It took several excruciating
minutes to make it back to the hive. And when they got there . . .
“So much for only one left,” Cadfael muttered.
Sophie could only nod and count.
One newborn grappling with Tarina.
One newborn screeching at Marella as she waved it back with her
flaming hands.
One newborn trapped in a bubble of water by Linh—and it didn’t
seem to be drowning.
One newborn that Wylie kept blasting with bolts of light.
Four, total—and none of them had a damaged eye. So there might
actually be five.
And the entrance to the hive was still wide open. More could hatch
any second—though Tam was over there doing something with inky
black shadows, so hopefully that meant he was working on an actual
plan.
“THERE YOU ARE!” Keefe shouted, racing over from a different
path—and nearly knocking Sophie over with his hug. “Sorry,” he said