A protest died strangled in her throat when Isaac threw the hunter damn near across the room. Trying to keep up with him meant she had no breath for the question that had suddenly become the most important one to have answered. His legs were so much longer, and whatever he was, it gave him incredible stamina and speed. It felt like her shoulder was being wrenched out of the socket. Finally she resorted to the trick that had saved her in high school more than once: she set her feet, reached, and grounded hard, sinking her dead weight to the earth.
Isaac buckled and came a hair closer than he would’ve liked to dislocating her shoulder. His fingers unfurled at the last second and he turned on the spot, breathing hard and burning where the mountain ash had touched his skin.
He wanted to tear his clothes off, dunk his body in an ice bath, but the mere thought of it forced his body into overdrive to relax. “Do you wanna just stand here in the hallway, in the complete open? Because that’s fine by me. I can go, and you can take that hunter and your ass elsewhere if you don’t want my help. Good fucking riddance.”
“No, I want to know where I’m going!” Summer stepped up beside him. “You were jerking my arm out of the socket, I can’t go that fast. Guide, lead, whatever, just don’t break me. And what the fuck is that stuff?!”