“Well, I've been known to give it up on the first date,” Jena shot back. “But if you want to get intimate, I'm going to have to insist that you at least tell me your name.”
The man chuckled. “Flagg,” he said in a thick southern accent. “This is Valeth. The boss wanted to send one of those creepy-ass ziarogats to deal with you, but I asked him for the pleasure of doing it myself.”
“You want me?”
Jena spun around, turning her back on them. She ran up the nearest lawn and then leaped with a touch of Bent Gravity, rising effortlessly to the shingled roof. Getting these two out of here was essential if she wanted her people to survive.
Jena turned, glancing over her shoulder with a great big smile. “Come and get me,” she said, eyebrows rising. “Let's have a chase, you and I.”
Silence laste
