Summer’s emotions were a distant echo of his own: grief touched with fear. Somehow, he got the impression that she was more concerned about him than she was about herself. Dumb Nassai. One Summer was worth ten Jacks. Didn’t she know that? He ignored the spike of irritation she sent as a reply.
And he had to stop dawdling.
A way out! There had to be one! Think!
Despair crept over him when he realized that Slade was right. His Keeper powers were no match for a N’Jal. He might have been able to put up a fight if Slade didn’t also have enhanced reflexes, super strength and the ability to manipulate space-time. But that particular combination was just too much for any one Keeper to face alone. Slade had been toying with him in that last fight. But now the man was bringing his A-game.
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