The driver's face contorted in horror. I was going to be dead, but she was going to have to live with the consequences.

Gritting my teeth, I dug deep.

I flashed out with a millisecond to spare. The truck whipped past, its rush of wind propelling me through my portal. Better for that driver to think she was seeing things than live with a death.

Trust me.

I tumbled onto the side lawn of Millicent's place. It was another hazy, smoggy morning, already very hot ...