Shirley gripped the edge of the car door and closed her eyes. She couldn't go back to Flinch
... Yet she couldn't let Ben die in her place.
"Shirley, listen to me." Ethan's voice seemed to come from a great distance. "He won't kill Ben just yet. He'll make sure we have enough time to attempt a rescue. Flinch likes his little games. Break the contact Shirley. Break it, now."
She bit her lip and concentrated on pushing Flinch from her mind. He evaded her grasp, as slippery as an eel, his laughter mocking. She gritted her teeth and pushed, hard.
Flinch's poison slid away, but the effort left her trembling.
