The Chaos Order (Fanghunters Book Three) Read Online Free PDF

streets of Chicago. The wind then decided to pick up a final time, taking a last shot at them. It screeched through the helicopter, determined to send them to their doom. The force flung Dom from his seat; his back smashed into the thin corridor between his seat and those opposite where Vincent was sitting rigid and Trixie was still snoozing.
    Dom groaned in pain, his limbs sprawling. This is it, buddy, he thought to himself as the chopper juddered and spun. He’d resigned himself to their fate. It’s been good knowing you...
    He closed his eyes and waited for the final crash.
    The wind screamed louder. The chopper bumped; Dom’s heart kicked.
    This is IT!
    They spun in the opposite direction, and then came steady.
    Huh?
    Dom threw his eyes open. There was a big thrust from behind, forcing him onto his side. He stared at the metal and plastic ahead of him in confusion. They were being thrown forward. He jumped up to his feet, the wind still pushing them from the rear. He teetered, threatened to collapse, but held his ground. He threw himself onto his seat, and jabbed his head forward. The rain still smeared the windshield, but he could make out clear airspace straight ahead. His eyes rolled down to Mack. He was winning his battle with the controls. Either side of them, the buildings still stood tall. But, they’d almost cleared them.
    Dom’s eyes widened in hope.
    The wind then blew harder, shoving them through the air. The sudden movement sent Dom sprawling back again. He staggered and fell into Vincent’s lap. Vincent groaned under the pressure.
    Dom propelled himself forward once more and stared out of the windshield in disbelief. The wind had pushed them through that deadly gap and out the other side. The world ahead of them was clear; no skyscrapers, no tall buildings. Below them were tiny residential houses, which were no threat to them at all.
    They’d made it out of the Loop.
    An abrupt laugh jumped out of Dom’s chest. In the next moment he was laughing uncontrollably, his fists clenched on the air. Joy and elation fizzed through his mind.
    The crushing wind finally let them go, dying to a small zephyr. The chopper began to rise into the air once more. Dom stopped laughing and gave Mack a hearty pat on his shoulder. “You’re the man!” he shouted, handing him back his canteen.
    Mack retook control of the cyclic and put a thumb in the air. “No problemo,” he retorted with an unsure puff of his cheeks. He then took another big gulp from his canteen. He got them moving again, nice and steady, the storm now beginning to abate, the rain petering down to a fine drizzle the further away from the Loop they traveled.
    Dom clasped his hands together. “Yeeha!” he screamed as he flopped back down in his seat, an exhausted mess. Opposite him, Vincent gave him a wry grin, while rubbing Trixie’s shoulder.
    Dom shook his head. “I thought we were done for!” he shouted above the sound of the rotors.
    “Always have faith, my boy. Always!” Vincent shouted back, a calm expression sitting on his face as if the last five to ten minutes hadn’t actually happened.
    “Easier said than done,” Dom mumbled to himself before wiping the remaining rain and sweat from his brow. He gazed out of the window, over the sprawl of Chicago; it was equally as spectacular as it was scary. He let out an irritated breath, wanting the helicopter ride to just end; he couldn’t wait to be touching ground once more. He slumped back in his seat, an emotional wreck. His eyes fell on Trixie. She was a wreck as well. He shook his head. What she must have been through didn’t bear thinking about; stuck in that damn building with Order vamps and Blacklake. He stared with lament at the bloody, ragged bandages covering her hands; his heart turned heavy.
    Vincent then reached out and patted him on the knee. Dom flicked his eyes toward him. Vincent mouthed the words, “Thank you”. He gave Dom a warm smile.
    “Anytime, Vincent,” Dom