My skating zone of genius was agility, not so much speed. I had a bone to pick with whomever had been giving Noah lessons. Even swinging my elbows for maximum velocity, I heard a rough, scratchy noise behind and gradually understood it was his beastly breathing from behind the mask.
The guy was relentless.
Naturally, being chased only made me want to run away even more. It was evolution plain and simple.
Every man had a wild beast inside him, and for some reason, I whipped up a scalding fury in Noah. I glanced over my shoulder, and from behind the mask, his green eyes clawed at me like talons.
My muscles burned with the effort of trying to escape. Even so, I doubled my exertion, the thunk and whir of my skates reaching a breakneck speed.
“Noah, stop chasing me!” It was hard to form th
