Max- Fang Matches Her Speed

  But Fang looked determined, and there was only one thing to do when he looked like that. I took off.

  If I pour on the speed, I can hit almost three hundred miles per hour while flying—faster than any recombinant life-form I’ve ever heard about. Faster than anyone. Except Fang.

  I was probably already a couple of miles away, still sniveling and cursing, when I felt a hand grab my sneaker. He stayed with me, matching me stroke for stroke without releasing his death grip on my ankle.

- Nevermore: The Final Maximum Ride Adventure, chapter 57