She shrugged off Sandor’s hand-which took quite a lot of effort, considering he was seven feet tall with biceps like giant boulders-and inched forward, reminding herself that she liked teleporting better than light leaping. Most of the time Sophie was grateful to have the constant protection of a burly bodyguard-especially since her kidnappers had proven they could find her anytime, anywhere. “There has to be a safer way to teleport.” He placed a gray gobliny hand on Sophie’s shoulder and pulled her back from the edge of the cliff. “You should be afraid,” Sandor told her in his strange, squeaky voice. All she could do was tug out an itchy eyelash-her nervous habit-and try not to think about how very far down the ocean was. “I’m just trying to concentrate!” Sophie shouted back, wishing her voice didn’t sound so shaky.Īs an Empath, Keefe could feel the terror coursing through her veins like a herd of stampeding mastodons. “Don’t tell me the great Sophie Foster is afraid.” WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?” Keefe shouted over the howling wind and the roaring sea.
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