Julia jerked free and gave him a sharp slap. The pain was like a glassful of cold water in his face. He touched his cheek and stared at her, trying to make out her words.
“Snap out of it! What are you talking about? Who is Eliza? Where is my grandmother?”
He tried to focus, but his thoughts were coming at him like running water, drops that he couldn’t catch before they drained away. All he could think of was the beautiful woman who looked remarkably like Julia, tied to the chair inside the building, held captive by this monster with extraordinary strength. Was he losing his mind? A man couldn’t fly! No. A man couldn’t, but what if this creature wasn’t a man?
Julia was shouting at him again, but her voice seemed so far away. He must have been trying to embrace her again, because she pushed him to the ground and ran toward the building. Man, that chick was strong! And what was that on her feet. He must have a concussion because he could swear that she was wearing…bunny slippers?
The tall blonde woman leaned over him and checked his eyes. She felt his forehead, stripped off her jacket and wrapped it around him.
“Nathan, can you stand up?”
He nodded the third time she asked him to stand, and pushed to his feet, walking slowly beside her. She put him in the passenger seat and said, “I have to go help Julia.”
“The police…” he said, wondering if he was making any sense.
“I think we’d just get them killed,” she said quietly. She tossed her keys at him and he caught them without thinking.
“What should we do, then?”
“Stay here. If we don’t come back soon, save yourself.”
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