Moose didn't even have time to react. The moment Jenna reappeared, her fist had already driven into his abdomen.
The impact wasn't normal. It wasn't the strength of an eighteen-year-old girl.
It was something else entirely. Like something compressed. Condensed. And explosive.
The air around them rippled from the force.
Moose's body lifted clean off the ground, his back slamming violently into the far wall with a deafening crash. Marble cracked on impact, spiderweb fractures spreading outward as dust rained down in heavy clouds.
For a moment, everything went silent. Then his body dropped hard. A dull thud echoed across the vault floor.
Between life and death, between the violent shock to his organs and the ringing emptiness in his skull, Moose watched her step through the door. He still didn't understand. But he wanted to beg for his life. He wanted to tell her he had more treasures she would love. He wanted her to just go and never return.
