Ethan was completely bewildered, his clothes rumpled, his thoughts a mess. A sudden chill brushed his leg, and when he looked down he realized his knee was soaked. He must have been a beat too slow when he'd jumped off the table, because some liquid—he couldn't even tell what it was—had splashed over him.
When he glanced back at Amber, her whole body was still convulsing, jerking as though caught in some invisible current. The air reeked of a strange, acrid odor that made him instinctively shrink away.
What the hell… He hadn't done anything! He'd only slapped her a few times to bring her out of it.
"Ahem… strategic retreat is the best policy," he muttered under his breath.
