Chapter 5
I was blinded by the glaring fluorescents inside the vault as I tried to slam the door closed behind me. Adena plowed into my shoulder, windmilling in an effort to stay erect.
Four fat fingers slipped into the gap between door and frame. I pulled against the handle with my full weight even as Adena buffeted me with her wings.
The man outside bellowed. The keypad beeped, complaining about the fact that the requested dehumidifying cycle had been delayed.
I really should have just yanked the door harder. What did I care if I broke a cat burglar’s hand in half?
But the protruding fingertips were turning purple. And, despite myself, I relaxed my grip.
Stupid, my monster noted. And she was right. Because rather than retreating, the mugger ripped open the door and bore down on us
