Victor caught the thing across its open mouth with the flat of his blade. Its teeth snapped down on the metal an inch from Felicity's wrist. She got back against the garage door, felt his wing brush her shoulder, and heard him swear as it tried to bite through the steel.
"I'd have got a much better look at it from the ridge," she said. Her hands had started to shake. Victor glanced down, long enough to see she was on her feet, and the barest bit of a smile crept around the corner of his mouth.
"I was doing quite well with it from there myself."
He let it keep the blade and took hold of his wife's belt instead. An instant later Felicity landed on her backside beside Voss. Whatever else she'd have to say about that particular rescue, she could see down both sides of the street now. The thing with Victor's blade between its teeth struck at him once, then spat it straight back at the hand he'd needed to catch her.
