I walk forward on trembling legs. The men have stopped shooting, but I don't see if they have lowered their guns—the wall that Zeke created moves with me, blocking my views. Until they both stop.
"I can go no further. You can." Zeke's palm on my back pushes me to take a step forward, just as his power once again seeks to seep through me.
I let it, and watch how the dark wall rises from my shadow, enveloping me like a shield. It feels like dark magic. It would've been much more convenient if I could see through it.
With a shuddering breath, I force myself to walk forward. The shield looks thin, but it had already stopped a bullet. Surely it will stop anyone who tries to wrestle me, too.
The border that prevents Zeke from leaving the church premises is completely unnoticeable, but I know I've crossed it. Despite my hidden fears, it doesn't affect Zeke's dark shield around me in the slightest.
