The thing cleared the freezer in one jump. Felicity had time to see the ends of its claws catch in the price strip over her head. Then she shoved her palm out, and the light she'd been holding close hit it hard enough to knock it sideways. It struck the glass doors three freezers down. Ivan put his blade through its skull before it could get its feet under it.
An empty bag of frozen peas came loose from the rack and landed at his boots. Felicity stared at it. The last time she'd been in a grocery store that still had cold peas, she'd spent ten minutes arguing with a self-service checkout over whether she'd brought her own bag. She missed that snotty little machine so much her eyes stung.
"Are you hurt?" Damien asked. She said she wasn't, then realized he was looking at the hand she'd held out. The folded edge of the price strip had cut her knuckle, and the hand was shaking hard enough to fling drops across the checkout belt.
