Too slowly, Ramsey, Echo, and Jon turned to look at the naked woman - and then snapped into action. Ramsey swept me up into his arms. Jon and Echo took off running.
"What does she want with us?" Ramsey shouted.
Our bones. To crunch down on them with her unhinged jaw. Just the thought of it scurried up my flesh.
Tree branches snapped at my hair and my bare feet as Ramsey plowed through them. But with the weight of me in his arms, he was falling behind Echo and Jon. Over the crash of their combined footsteps, the old woman's heavy breathing came louder. She was gaining on us.
"Put me down," I whispered.
"No way," Ramsey ground out. "You don't have boots on, and you can't go as fast as I can while you're barefoot."
I hissed through gritted teeth. Damn it, he was right.
"Almost to the kitchen."
Echo screamed ahead, and my body tensed, zeroing in on her form in the dark. She grabbed Jon's arm behind her and dodged to the left. "Not that way!"