“Come on, little coward, climb on my back.”
I waited to see if he was kidding, but, apparently, he meant it. He smiled as he read my hesitation, and reached for me. (...) He then proceeded to sling me onto his back, with very little effort on my part, besides, when in place, clamping my legs and amrs so tightly around him that it would choke a normal person. (...)
And then he was running.
If I’d ever feared death before in his presence, it was nothingcompared to how I felt now.
He streaked through the dark, thick underbrush of the forest like a bullet. like a ghost. There was no sound, no evidence that his feet touched the earth. His breathing never changed, never indicated any effort. But the trees flew by at deadly speeds, always missing us by inches. (...)
Then it was over. We’d hiked hours this morning to reach Edward’s meadow, and now, in a matter of minutes, we were back to the truck.
“Exhilarating, isn’t it?” His voice was high, excited.