Chapter 17I opened the lock. Gabe took my hand as the door opened. We jumped through the green glow together. The moment I landed on the street, I hefted a jam grenade. Gabe raised his club.
“Is that it?” He pointed up the street at a dark smudge.
“Probably.” I would not panic. I would not abandon Gabe.
“Focus on defense.”
Right. Sure. Just like that.
“Stop watching it get closer. Stay behind me and stare at my back.”
I followed orders. Doing so had served me well all my life. Because I was a coward. If I’d ever had an ounce of courage, I would’ve stood up to Mom.
The street trembled. I didn’t have time for this. If I didn’t do something, the rosebush would cut us up. We’d fail and nothing would change. I wanted things to change. I needed things to change.
Think, Sophie. How would
