Re: Prologue - Jonas Fletcher
The woman giggled like she was crazy, holding him in place. He had never noticed before now, but she felt cold, really cold. They seemed a fairly close match, much to Jonas' surprise, both gaining headway and then losing it in the impromptu struggle between them. She seemed to gain more headway than he, however, and he found his arms eventually pulled behind his back and pressed between them. She rolled them over slowly, sounding as drained as he did. "Whew, you're a tough one!" She says with a laugh, shifting to sit on his forearms, keeping them pinned.