Braces herself in a corner

How did you do it?” Naomi begged. “How did you slip past Mark?”
“I climbed.”
“How?”
“I don’t understand.” Ryn felt a hopeless tug because she’d explained and Naomi still stared.
“My dad’s got police protection, motion sensors in the yard, and an armed guard. It’s crazy you would even try. Seriously, how? And why?”
“You don’t believe me,” she realized.
“Of course I don’t!”
“These things are easy for me. I don’t move like anyone you know.”
“You’re agile, I get that. But you’re not on Delta Force, and I’m pretty sure Mark could sneak up on his own shadow.” Naomi peered out the window again, sliding her curtains closed, and Ryn moved into her blind spot—then bounded to the wall, skirting higher. When Naomi turned back, Ryn was perched in the corner of her ceiling, braced by fingertips and feet.
Naomi’s back thumped into the far wall and she pressed her shoulders flat against it. Her breath quickened and a strange urge to touch her cheek floated briefly through Ryn’s mind. “This is how I move.” She dropped to the floor.
“You could have just said so,” Naomi blurted, heart hammering in her chest like a cornered rabbit’s.


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