The Finisher (Vega Jane #1)

by David Baldacci

Then she lifted her hands once more and I felt an invisible force, like an iron tether, grip my leg. When I glanced at her, Morrigone was moving her arms as though pulling a rope toward her. I felt my momentum stop and, with a jerk, I felt us being pulled backward, downward. This was it. This was the moment. If I could not do this, then everything would have been for nothing. With a scream that seemed to go on for slivers, I summoned every ounce of strength I had. I felt energy surging through me. I kicked with my feet and I could feel the invisible tether loosen. I kicked harder and bent my shoulders forward as though I were laboring under an impossibly heavy weight. And then with one more long scream and my muscles so tense I thought I was paralyzed, I broke free, soared over the top timbers — Delph’s boots actually scraped across them — and we were past the Wall. As I looked back once more, I saw Morrigone on the ground, spent, dirty and defeated. Our gazes locked. She raised one hand toward me — not to try and stop me — but, I realized, simply to say farewell.

Fuck off Morrigone