N'aww, thanks for the bumps guys 'Harriet, run.' I peered over Luke's shoulder to see the man of my nightmares, both in sleep and consciousness. I felt myself freeze into place, automatically tightening my grip on Luke's arm. My heart was thudding so loud it filled my eardrums, and I'm pretty sure it was audible to the others too. 'Harriet.' Luke hissed, slipping on a pair of ripped leather gloves before clenching his fists. What was the point in fighting if he healed with every punch?. 'I..I can't.' I stammered. The man studied us for a minute before bursting out laughing. Luke and I looked at each other in confusion, but then he stopped abruptly and dived at us. Luke flung me aside and I hit my head hard on the wooden table, but I didn't matter. That man is a murderer, and there is no way I was going to lose Luke all over again. But what could I do? I'm weak, I'm small and there's no way in hell I could win a fight. Instead, I sub-consciencely willed Luke to fight harder, imagining him beating that, monster. An aggressive punch was threw at Luke, but he grabbed the mans wrists and looked at me reassuringly. Oh damn. I forgot he could hear my thoughts now. I half heartedly smiled, my cheeks turning a shade of beetroot. But then, I looked behind Luke, to the mans fists. I then glanced out the window. It was sunny, like I thought. So why was the man wearing gloves too?