Her head snapped backward and the breath whooshed from her lungs. The guy who had tackled her took hold of her jacket with one hand and pulled off her helmet with the other. She hadn’t heard his footsteps. He must have leapt into her. He stared down at her. “Start talking. Who are you?” He had short dark hair that looked black in the dim night light. Even though he wasn’t standing, Tori could tell he was tall and muscular. He was also handsome enough that Bess would consider herself right about her predictions of hotness. “Hello, Ryker,” Tori said. He still held her pinned to the ground. “Somehow I doubt your name is Britney. Who are you?” “Dr. B sent me. We need to—” “Try again,” Ryker said. “Dr. B and I already talked. He wouldn’t send people. Who did?” “Look,” Tori said. “I’m happy to answer your questions, but I’d rather do it without you pressing your elbow into my lungs.” He didn’t move. “Then talk quickly. I’m still waiting to hear who you are and what you want.”
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