"Don't worry, I will come back to you soon," I said softly over my shoulder as I started to step away from the towering purple blooms.
But something suddenly grabbed my left arm with surprising force and shoved me back abruptly into the hidden space.
Gyahh!! I felt like a plastic bottle being casually crumpled in their grip!
And it was Clay's hand—small but totally iron-strong—clamping down on me with no give whatsoever.
Before I could even process it, she had pushed my back firmly against the soft, velvety wall of petals behind me in what was unmistakably a classic Wall Slam...
Except she was only as tall as my waist, so the dramatic effect was completely undermined;
Instead of looming over me, she had to tilt her head way back just to look up at my face, her violet eyes wide and determined despite the height difference.
