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sent me flying away. My right-hand pinkie smacked into the side of the camper. Sharp, bright pain.
    We were pulling off the main road.
    I hit the redial on my phone. “Adam! We’re moving. I don’t know where he’s heading!”
    “It’s okay! I see you now! Hang on!”
    We were going so fast now, I wasn’t sure I’d have the guts to throw myself out of the back of the camper, but I kept on bashing and kicking. Every part of me ached from the new self-inflicted abuse.
    And it paid off. The door opened. The camper turned, but I held on. We were pulling into a church parking lot, a bright orange glow from the streetlights. A glance told me: It was empty, but still close to the highway. We’d be visible. That worked for and against all of us. I wanted to get away, but I didn’t want innocent people caught up in this mess.
    I flung myself out. It hurt like hell, but every second I was away from Buell and that hellebore, I was recovering.
    The notebook computer and some other things fell out of my backpack. I had to leave them; I had no time.
    I stumbled about, trying to get my bearings. I froze, believing I was hallucinating when I saw—
    Light brown hair plagued by cowlicks, a whisker under six fe et. Clearly still running, still working out, because he was trying to pull Jacob Buell apart. Will MacFarlane had found me. My Will.
    I was still weak, still dizzy, and disoriented. The effort of escaping had undone a lot of my healing, but my need drove me on. If I could only get to Will—
    Across the parking lot. More cars, more squealing brakes, more slamming doors and shouting. At first I thought it was passersby coming to my aid, and then I recognized the uniformity of the vehicles—blacked out, black vans—and the identical headsets the men wore.
    Buell had friends. They paused, assessing the situation, speaking into their headsets. Then they moved toward the struggling pair.
    “Will!” I screamed. It sounded feeble, faint, out of a bad dream. “Will!”
    He turned, shocked to see it was me, and barely got his arm up in time to block Buell’s punch.
    More cars. Dark, late-model sedans. I recognized some of the occupants—the TRG. Much as I hated the sight of them, Will needed backup now.
    I couldn’t risk Changing, but I could help. I would help. I grabbed the first of Buell’s rescuers and shoved him to the ground. I mig ht be a small woman, I might be young, but I still had Fangborn strength and physics on my side. I could shove with the best of them.
    I managed a backhanded punch to the head of the next guy when the world went crazy. A jolt of electricity coursed through my body, and I hit the parking lot surface hard.
    Fucking Tasers.
    Unable to move, I watched the fight blearily. Will had found assistance; Buell was nowhere to be seen. I saw a man’s boots near my face and flinched—
    “Zoe!”
    Strong hands took me by the shoulders, hauled me up. “Zoe, I got you!”
    It was Adam.
    “Will’s over there!” I shouted.
    “He can handle himself,” Adam said. “Jesus, you’re a mess! We need to get out of here before the cops come.”
    I half-fell, he half-dragged me. When I tried to step over a parking barrier, I went down completely. Adam scooped me up and threw me over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. I didn’t like being head-down, bumping into Adam’s back, but when I raised my head to insist I could walk, I saw Buell.
    “Adam! Behind you!”
    I knew Adam was good in a fight, and he thought fast. He stooped, just long enough to roll me off his shoulder, then tackled Buell like a dummy on a football sled.
    I hauled myself up, elated to see Buell hit the ground and hear his head hit the pavement. Distantly, I felt the Call to Change, to end him, but I could barely even stand.
    Adam pulled Buell up by the shirt and beat his face in.
    Then he stopped. Let Buell fall to the ground, unconscious. Came back for me.
    “No! Finish him!” I shouted.
    “No time. We need to get you out of here,