Chapter Seven
Summer frantically tried to think of something she could do. Nothing came to mind other than to stall for time. “I didn’t mean to take all your magic. I was only going to take a little.” Was it possible to return it? Before she could suggest giving it back, he attacked.
Grayson grabbed her hand, pulling her into an alley that led off the one they were in. “Run!”
She wasn’t about to argue. Behind them the pound of footsteps kept pace. Ahead was rubbish and rubble to avoid. It took her a few seconds to realise she could dimly see where she was going. Morning had arrived, a dull grey light filtering down to the twisting alleys they ran through.
“Face me you cowards,” Lonan shouted.
Did he think they were stupid? Surely he didn’t expect them to face him when they had no weap
