Chapter 9
"What did that lady give you?" I asked, brushing past Hendry.
"Not now. Later." He climbed down the stairs quickly, the sound of his steps light compared to his bulky form.
My footsteps seemed to echo through the entire building no matter how carefully I tiptoed. The more steps we descended, the faster he flew. He jumped lightly to the landing from the last fourth of the stairs, his large hand gripping the banister to spin him around to the next set. It didn't take long for him to vanish completely. Again. Dickhead.
By the time I'd run out of stairs to clamber down, my heavy pants heaved my shoulders up and down. I'd had a strict, self-imposed daily schedule of physical activity at the church, but when it came to running for my life, I wasn't a fan.