Chapter 17Carter winced at the intense pain in his shoulder from Flora’s crushing hold. With a swift movement, she lunged and swung him sideways. Her strong six-foot frame and muscular build kept him pinned against the railing of the bridge. He couldn’t get solid footing or raise his arms to fight back with the way she had masterfully disarmed him. He called out her name, but Flora wasn’t listening.
As her left forearm kept him pinned, she raised up her right arm. The sleeve of her jumpsuit scorched and burned in clean lines that singed through the fabric. The sleeve quickly melted off in tatters as pieces of cloth hung from her bare arm. The smooth skin of her arm rippled as glowing scratches ripped through and zigzagged across her flesh. The fresh scratches outlined the contours of her
