road to transformation

Everything seems to happen in slow motion, one minute he's in the doorway and the next he's sliding past her. On pure reflex she reaches out teeth grabbing tightly onto whatever she can, be it shoulder, scruff or hell, even the side of his face. His weight jerks her forward and if the hadn't already been prone and tense, her nails gripping at the stone he would have pulled her clear out the window with him.

She pulls back with her shoulders, heaving with all her might. She isn't a small woman by any means, but like hell she was letting him out of the mess he'd made for himself this easily. She growled with the effort of it, shuffling her rear feet backwards, not daring to try and stand unless she lost the advantage of her anchored position. Inch by careful inch she hauled the idiot man with all she had.

“Speech.”