9
When Star Goes Supernova
Alex had insane reflexes. Those reflexes and some minor control-freak tendencies meant I always let him drive. He was also viciously fast with a sword and had caught me mid-fall on at least one occasion, maybe more.
My reflexes weren’t anything out of the ordinary. Not usually. But occasionally my vamp speed made an appearance, always in times of crisis or high stress.
Two speedy paranormals only inches away, and yet Star collapsed in a limp heap on the parking lot pavement, and she stayed there a good two or three heartbeats. That was how startled we were. Star was powerful and careful and didn’t make mistakes. What in the world had happened?
Alex swore, then he scooped her up and carried her to his car. “Talk to the children.”
Oh, no. The kids. I couldn’t
