If the sister had come after me, I wouldn’t have been able to fight back. Like a deer in the headlights, I stood there, unable to think or compel my body to move.
Some people get more stubborn with the fear aura, but Taylor is apparently among those who get paralyzed.
How about Jack?
She rotated in mid-air slowly, as if getting her bearings. As ponderously as she had moved one moment, she went tearing after Bonesaw in the next, slamming through walls as momentum carried her too far and as she turned a corner too tight and sheared through the drywall, tile and window frames.
Well, at least this school was already in disrepair.
I could hear Bonesaw laughing with childlike glee as she fled.
I love her so much.
“Not smart, not smart, either of you,” Jack chastised us. “See, with Victoria gone, you’ve left me here with a hostage.”
Oh great.
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