Shade held up her palms for inspection. Then she pulled up her sweatpants, pulling them up to over her knees. “I hit that wall hard enough to knock divots into it, Cruz, then fell eight feet onto hardwood, and do you see a bruise or a scrape?”

Cruz did not.

“It’s not just the ability to leap out of bed,” Shade said. “I must also be very strong, and very, um, I don’t know . . .”

“Invulnerable?”

“Yes! Maybe,” Shade said, and bit at her thumbnail, dislodging some of the packed gypsum from the impact with wallboard.

Monster, Chapter 6