Standing between her and Jason, positioned as an immovable barrier with one hand extended to block whatever attack had been heading toward her, was the person she'd most wanted to see in the entire world.
Ryan had arrived.
He'd caught Jason's attack somehow—intercepted it with a speed and strength that matched or exceeded the enhanced strikes of Jason.
Rachel's vision blurred as tears of relief filled her eyes. She wanted to speak, to say his name, to thank him or warn him or ask how he was even here when Jason had claimed he was trapped and surrounded and defeated. But her throat was too tight, her lungs too empty, her entire body too overwhelmed by the sudden reversal from certain death to impossible salvation.
