And then Kane chooses that moment to shoot forward. The force of it is so strong, and so sudden, that my body jerks backward before I can do anything. With a shriek, I dig my fingernails into Kane's shoulders and try with all my might to stay on. Except, that was only a warning shot. Kane stops just as quickly as he started, and the whiplash slides me forward and plasters me right up against his back. I don't question the instinct; I just scramble to wrap my arms tightly around his waist.
