The three Spur Corps members moved down the hill with blinding speed. Even on a balanced hoverbike, Lark was nervous trying to keep up with them.
Don’t break the handlebars! She forced her clenched fingers to loosen up.
Eyes tearing from the wind, Lark kept a sharp eye on Snowy in the backpack between her arms as her little group zigzagged through the trees. Passing branches slapped against her arms and legs.
It could’ve been her hearing playing tricks on her, but she began to suspect she was picking something up behind her. Something rising above the whistle of the gusts that were racing past her ears.
Please don’t see anything. Please don’t let there be anything behind me but trees.
Lark reluctantly turned her head.
Great. Just my luck.
Three someones were gaining on them via hove
