Max only barely managed to block her leg with his. Her reflexes might be slowed, but she was still pretty damned fast. "Trust me, nobody's enjoying this," he told her. This was just fucked up, but she hadn't given them any other choice. He hoped she didn't decide to pack it in, but letting her go with less than two hours to sunset and hoping she worked up the courage to off herself before the change took over wasn't a chance worth taking. For anybody.
Oh crap, that had worked crazy fast. Or she was playing possum. Max wasn't buying it quite yet. "Elias," he warned going to one knee as Artemis slumped down. He patted her down for more weapons. Oh good, nothing else anyplace he didn't want to be putting his hands longer than he had to on her torso. He could see the wrist sheaths under her sleeves, pulled exposed by Elias' grip on her arms. As long as he had ahold of them, she couldn't get to those weapons. So he moved his hands down her thighs. "This is fucked up," he muttered under his breath.