Blue isn't expecting it, somehow, from this girl she's just met. There's a part of her stomach that sinks, thinking about the danger she's to blame for, but another part of her that's bolstered.

Beth's knife connects with -- something -- Blue never knows exactly where the edges and bodies of these things are, they slink so easily from shadow and back into it. The buzzing grows louder, but it pulls back from her slashing knife. Blue's ears are full of the hum of wings and Gansey crying out in pain, but she scrambles to her feet, scooping up her dropped bag of supplies, though it's half scattered across the sidewalk.

It's not real. Beth's real, and she has more to lose than whatever ghostly Gansey this place is throwing at her. "Come on," she says, getting between Beth and the dive of the recovering shadows. The supplies are already falling and she gives up on it, hauling the bag into the shadow creature like a sling.

It gives them time. She grabs for Beth and races toward High Gate.