03-07-2012, 06:14 PM
"Then why do you tremble at my touch?" Janeseh said triumphantly. He pulled Ty back and slipped his fingers under the hem of his t-shirt.
"Now, are we going inside or not?" he whispered, ready to pick Ty up if he had to. He began to say something else, but was cut off.
"Excuse me, if I may interrupt? Are you Janeseh San Diego?"
Gabrielle stood nearby. She had broken and pulled away as much as the dried blood as she could in order to appear more professional, but there were still smears on her face and clumps in her hair. She was staring directly at Janeseh, as if Ty didn't even exist.
"Are you Janeseh San Diego?" she repeated.
"Without heroes we are all plain people and don't know how far we can go."