As I came to my senses once more, I realized that Kyle had pulled me closer to him while batting a knife aside with his dagger. The blade had been propelled toward me with terrifying force, ripping through my robe and managing to cut a few strands of my hair in the process.
The apricot hairs floated through the air, landing on unsuspecting passengers who merely grumbled, “What was that noise? And where did this hair come from?”
My heart rate thundered in my ears as it began to race with panic. Instinctively, I knew exactly what they had been aiming for—my neck. If it wasn’t for Kyle, I would be dead right now. How was that possible? My head spun. I’m supposed to be invisible right now.
Fear slithered through my body, covering me with goosebumps. Gritting his teeth, Kyle grasped me by my hands and tugged me into the corner to hide. The area was cramped as we shuffled in between the train cars to avoid people.
