Rachel moved again, but not enough. She tried to gain another hold on Rose's mind as the claws cut her side. It was impossible to get a hold, it was so erratic, so random. The Phoenix screamed at the same time she did, trying to get her host to do something, defend herself. But Rachel's borrowed memories were no replaced with images of real blood. Hers.
Her hands clutched her side. Her brain told her it was a minor scrape. Not fatal. Lucky.
Her heart had eyes fixed on Rose. And she knew she hadn't meant to miss.