Martin felt his skin heat up with a pulse of agitation. Why was she being so difficult? She wasn't that way in the jungle or...all that snow. Why was this any different? He just wanted to help...

He yanked one last time, his own, sweaty hands betraying him and freeing her with the effort. He had swung around to glare at her just in time to hear summoned, and halt once more, his expression wracked with a frustrating confusion and alarm.

Summoned? What business did a human have with summoning things? That was...Well, back home, that was Darkov territory.

This wasn't home.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he insisted, grimacing. "That doesn't. Make sense. Those dead things down there..." They were hurting you.