Delilah fell under the weight of her assailant but she fought all the way down. She hit her shoulder on the wall of the tunnel, but rolled so that her attacker took the brunt of the fall. It was a male, she could tell from the shape of him, and he was wiry.
But he wore no reevlar or helm, which meant she had a chance.
It also meant he wasn’t a policeman or a shade hunter.
And he certainly wasn’t Rafe.
He tried to trap her arms against her sides, but Delilah wriggled her right hand free. She punched in the direction of his face, then dragged her nails across his skin.
Something about his cry of pain was familiar.
“Ferris?”
He flung her to her back and held her wrists together, holding her captive with his weight. Then he slapped her palm on the ground so it illuminated. He held her w
