Needing to know, I crane my neck around to look behind me. And the sob already building in my throat turns into a scream.
Because King is right there. Already caught up to me. His blazing eyes inches from mine.
My lungs strain, and the moment they compress to release my scream, a huge palm closes over my mouth.
The contact is enough to make me finally lose my footing, even before King’s large body crashes into my back.
The impact knocks the scream out of my chest and has me flying forward.
Not wanting to see the ground coming, I squeeze my eyes shut, and stretch my arms in front of me to brace my fall.
And then I feel…a muscular arm wrap around my waist.
My eyes pop back open.
My feet dangle above the floor as the arm around my middle supports my weight.
We hardly even slow down.
