She must have felt the air shift, because she started talking, assuming he was a friend. His fingers closed around her neck, and her body jerked and she made a noise like someone had kicked her in the throat. Then she twisted out of his grip and stumbled to the floor.
“Help!” she barked.
Tesseract narrowed his eyes, looking at the jacket that she was wearing, realising too late the magical properties it must possess. His fingertips had pressed against the collar, not her skin, and the collar had protected her. Another mistake, in a day that was becoming chock-full of them.