I pulled Hanai up and was relieved when he could stand on his own. We dashed down the steps and darted to the right. Fueled by adrenaline, I sprinted to the far corner of the house next door. I pushed Hanai further into the shadows behind me, feeling for the knife at my belt.“Back here,” Hanai whispered, the words startling me. He disappeared into the shadows under a deep eave. I crawled beside him, twisting just as the sentry vehicle skidded to a stop in front of the house.Adam’s sandy curls were unmistakable. His eyes, sharp and alert, swept both sides of the street as he leaped from the car. He looked at something in his palm, and then turned his gaze on the front door of the house we’d just exited.I lost sight of him as he sprinted toward the porch. The creaking wood shattered the stillness. Problem #1: The paths in the dust. Problem #2: Felix, bound and shot in the basement. Problem #3: Adam could read minds.“We can’t stay here,” I whispered.Hanai groaned. “I know, but I’m c-cold.”I cupped his cheek in my palm and infused him with heat.
