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My focus regained its sharpness, and as the pain in my skull subsided, the pale blond hair hanging over my attacker’s brow identified him as the one I’d followed.
In my periphery, two more forms that appeared from God-knew-where shoulder-rammed Kyle and blocked his passage.
In front of me, ink black eyes levelled with mine, limiting my view, and as the hand holding my throat tightened, I kicked down with my dangling legs.
Hands fisted in Blondie’s shirt front, my shove forward did nothing to shift him. Even an outward boot of my foot connecting with his shins had no effect.
He’d looked no more than a strip of wind when down the street from me, but the guy’s body held only solidity.
Kyle’s pointless nudges continued against the two inhuman rocks to my right, though I only seemed abl
