It's good somebody's got ahold of her. When you live moment to moment, sometimes that means saving your own hide first.

Mercer dives in the opposite direction with a yelp, the power of the Dark twanging against him like ropes pulled tight; he rolls to a halt and scrambles back to his feet, one hand clapped over his hat.

There's no such thing as being totally fucked, he reminds himself as the tornado bears down.

Sometimes you're just within spitting distance of it.