"Move! Now!" I shoved Maribel forward and we cut hard to the right, pushing through the narrow gap at the corridor's edge and forcing ourselves around the corner before Romero could recover his footing and his aim.
We pressed against the new wall, both of us breathing hard, the sounds of the lobby behind us and Romero's muffled cursing somewhere ahead bleeding together into the general noise of a building rapidly coming apart around us.
My cheek was still burning where the graze had opened it up. I could feel the blood running down the line of my jaw, warmly.
Whether it was the adrenaline or something the Symbiote had done to the way my body processed damage, the graze across my cheek barely registered as pain. Just heat. A steady warmth trickling down my jaw line.
What I could feel was my heart. Hammering hard against my ribs, loud enough that it seemed like Maribel should be able to hear it.
That had been close.
