It took three minutes to fly to Anne’s big, comfortable farmhouse, where we’d lived for almost two months. Where at least some of us had felt relatively happy and safe.
Where at least thirty Erasers were swarming over the land, the orchards, out of the barn, all around the house.
Jeezum, that was fast.
Meanwhile, Angel was peering down at the yard, looking through the trees in the orchard.
Please don’t let Total be snoozing in front of the fire, I prayed silently. Let him be paying attention.
“There!” said Angel, pointing over to the pond. Sure enough, Total’s small black body was racing excitedly around the edge of the water. An Eraser was chasing him, but Total was amazingly fast on his short legs.
Angel tucked her wings in and dived.
“Fang!” I said, and Fang immediately went after her.
The sound of an engine made me turn, and I saw Ari’s van tearing up the long driveway.
Over by the pond, Angel was rocketing down. Erasers nearby were shouting for backup and starting to run toward her. Fang was right on her tail, ready to attack if necessary.
“Total!” Angel shouted. “Come!”
Instantly Total raced toward her, and when he’d gotten up speed, he bunched his small muscles and leaped into the air with all his might. I saw him sail upward as if he’d been shot out of a cannon, higher than any dog had ever leaped. Fifteen, twenty, almost thirty feet into the air, the height of a three-story building. Angel swooped down, scooped him into her arms, then surged upward, her beautiful, pure white wings working with hard, smooth precision.
The Erasers roared below. Fang took Total from Angel, making a “yuck” face as Total licked him happily. They rejoined me, Nudge, and the Gasman.
“About time you got here,” Total said, wiggling against Fang. “I thought I was going to have to bite some ankles!”
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“Okay, guys—it’s time to get the flock outta here.” I’d been wanting to say that for ages.
“Wait—,” said Nudge, watching Anne’s yard.
“No, we have to go,” I said more strongly. “Ari and the rest will be after us any second. Let’s get a head start.” For once.
“There’s Anne,” said Nudge, pointing.
Sure enough, she was on the front lawn, striding toward an Eraser. Not something most humans would do. She shouted at Ari, waving her arms angrily, not afraid of him.
A nondescript black sedan pulled to a stop by the house. A black sedan. What a cliché, I thought acidly.
The door opened and Jeb Batchelder stepped out. Wonderful. His arrival added the perfect touch of anguish that had been missing from this picture.
Jeb walked up to Ari, who was now yelling back at Anne.
Anne, get out of there, I thought, unable to look away. True, I didn’t think she was totally on the up-and-up, but she didn’t deserve to get her throat ripped out. She was holding her own, though, even poking a finger into Ari’s chest. With a loud snarl, he grabbed her hand and twisted, making her cry out. Jeb smashed Ari’s hand away. Anne stepped aside, rubbing her wrist, looking furious.
Jeb pushed Ari, forcing him to back up. Ari looked crazed with fury, his jaws snapping, beady red eyes burning. He kept pointing at us, high up in the air, and seemed to be arguing with Jeb. I was torn—I wanted to race out of there, put as much distance between us and the Erasers as possible. But, as usual, seeing Jeb created all sorts of mixed emotions. Rage being the primary one.
Jeb, Anne, the Erasers, Pruitt, the other teachers. They were all parts of a bigger picture, but right now the picture looked as if it had been painted by drunken monkeys—nothing added up.
“Look, we just have to go,” I began, when a voice behind us said, “Yo.”
In case you’re wondering, it is in fact possible to jump a foot in the air when you’re already hovering in the air. Gasping, heart pounding, I whipped around and gaped.
“Oh, my God! Iggy!”
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