Chapter 8Devin looked around the leaf-covered lawn. It was beautiful. The sun was shining, the air crisp, and red and yellow leaves lay like a blanket on the ground. Mars was frowning. “This isn’t good.”
“What isn’t?”
“The leaves. They’re slippery.”
Devin shrugged. If Mars was going to show him how to get free when someone grabbed his arm, he didn’t think it mattered much. His heart beat like a jackhammer, but he wanted this. The moment Mars had said what to do if someone grab him from behind, the memory of how he’d been grabbed from behind flashed in his mind, and he did not want to live through anything like it ever again.
“Okay.” Mars stood in front of him. He hadn’t changed clothes but had insisted Devin did. He’d changed into sweats and a hoodie covering as much skin as his shirts
