Sea Glass. Maria Snyder V.

landing—there’s a puddle about a foot to the left.” Janco dropped from sight.

      Fists pounded on the door and a loud voice ordered me to open up. All the incentive I needed. I tossed my saddlebags toward the right side of the window, then followed Janco’s example and lowered myself down. Hanging by my hands, I let go. After a second of stomach-buzzing free fall, I hit the ground hard.

      Voices shouted from above. A figure leaned from the window. Janco grabbed my hand and yanked me to my feet.

      “Come on. Come on.” He pulled me down the alley.

      Dark shapes appeared ahead of us. Janco changed directions, whipping me around. He stopped. More soldiers blocked the other end.

      “How important is it to stay free?” he asked.

      “Important, but not enough to seriously hurt anyone.”

      He nodded and pulled his sword. “Choose an opponent and rush him,” he instructed. “Don’t stop. Use your momentum to break through the barricade and keep going. Step on the person if you have to. Just keep going.”

      He charged the line of soldiers, yelling a battle cry. I kept pace beside him. They flinched back. Interesting strategy.

      Hindered by my saddlebags, I couldn’t grab my sais. Instead, I palmed a few spiders. When we drew close, I crushed them. The flash helped to confuse the soldiers, and I ordered the spiders to bite their hands. It’s hard not to drop your weapon when a large eight-legged creature sinks its teeth into you.

      I rammed my free shoulder into a man who swatted at his clothes. He rocked back and I spun around him, stumbling for a heart-cramping moment.

      Yelps of pain and cries of confusion surrounded me, but I listened to Janco’s instructions and kept going. We broke through the line. Janco flashed me a huge grin and a thumbs-up.

      We ran through dark streets and stayed in the shadows. My bags kept sliding down my arm, throwing me off my stride. The weight dragged on me and my chest heaved with the effort to suck in air.

      “Horses?” I huffed.

      “Being watched.” Janco sprinted with ease. He wasn’t even out of breath. “You need to get more exercise.”

      “And…you need…to not…make…miscalculations.”

      “And ruin the fun?”

      I glared, but it failed to diminish his obvious glee in being pursued by a pack of soldiers.

      We zigzagged through Ognap until I lost my sense of direction and we lost the most dogged pursuer. My companion moved as if seeing the surrounding buildings with a second sight.