When the Lieutenant dropped his trowel she took a moment to kick it as hard as she could, determined to send it as far away from them as she could get it. It didn't matter if he could summon it back, she wasn't thinking about that right now. All that Thisbe could think about was getting away from him.
When he lost his grip on her hood she took off running and didn't look back. Her heart was racing and her side
ached with each breath she took. There would be a decent bruise beneath her corset, she was certain, shielded by the boning in it or not -- And her hand. God, her hand
stung.
All she had to do was put enough distance in between them to get out of the park and closer to a public area so that she could power down. If she could ditch him and do that she would be safe and she could just
go home.