“And I went to sleep. I had a nightmare, a bad one, and when I woke up I was on the floor.”

“The floor?”

“Clear across the room,” Shade said. She made a hand gesture representation of a person flying across the room and smashing into the wall. “And . . .” She held her fingernails up for inspection. They looked as if she’d been digging in chalk. Or a plaster wall. Chills ran up Cruz’s spine.

“In my nightmare, I leaped,” Shade went on. “I leaped! Practically flew! And in reality, in reality, I leaped. Sixteen and a half feet, I measured it! I leaped out of bed so fast, so hard, I ripped right through my comforter. The impact woke me up, Cruz, and I . . . I was on the floor!”

Monster, Chapter 6