Ian clenched his jaws. He’d never had to confront a Guardian before; he’d never even seen one. All he knew about them was from stories his tutor had told him.
But Doctor Lester hadn’t sneered or refuted Ian’s claim of his not being able to win the fight.
Doctor Lester pulled a syringe out of his pocket and thumbed away the plastic cover over the needle.
“Lizzie, stay behind me,” Ian ordered. His grip on her hand tightened, before he finally released it.
He wanted to keep her close so he could protect her, but he needed both his hands.
He had never gone up against a Guardian before, and he wasn’t sure what to expect.
Doctor Lester must have noticed Ian’s hesitation, and he took the chance to swing the needle toward him.
Lizzie gasped, but Ian easily dodged it.
Ian reached out and gr
