CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Oliver pumped his legs as fast as he could. Behind, the sound of the rogues’ footsteps grew louder and louder. They were gaining on them, fast.
“This way!” Oliver yelled.
He hurried into a back alley. Esther and Ralph followed behind him. The shadows concealed them but Oliver could still see how deathly unwell Ralph looked. He wasn’t going to be able to run for much longer.
“What are we going to do?” Esther cried desperately.
Oliver spoke hurriedly. “We need to use our powers to slow them down. To block them.”
He ducked around the corner, standing face on to his pursuers. They were on the other side of the street, no more than the distance of several buses from where he stood.
Swallowing his fear, Oliver focused his mind on the reality he wanted to create, and pushe
