“They’re coming,” Leo said, his voice unnervingly flat.
Tessa ran. Her sneakers pounded the broken white line. Beside her, Leo kept pace, his breathing too steady, his small legs churning like pistons. He wasn’t normal. He’d never been normal. But tonight, abnormal was their only hope. run to witch mountain
They reached a ridge just as the first flashlight beams cut through the trees. Below, the dark suits swarmed like ants. One of them raised a device—a silver rod that hummed, a sound that made Tessa’s teeth ache. Leo winced. “They’re coming,” Leo said, his voice unnervingly flat