“Morgai.”
“Morgai. Hold on little one.”
His wings flap harder and faster. Wind whips by, but the flame of warmth stays intact.
Darkness pulses at the edges of what’s real and what’s make believe.
“Hold on. We’re almost there.” The man’s words do little to hold back the darkness.
My eyes close. “So… tired.”
We’re descending.
Fast.
Falling to the ground.
Falling.
Faster.
Wind whips by harsh like anger.
Everlee!
Everlee!
“Everlee! Wake up!”
My body is shaking.
“Damn it, Everlee,” the man growls.
No. Not the man, Callum.
Callum.
Slowly opening my eyes, Callum is standing beside my bed panting.
“Move over,” he commands, and I listen. “You weren’t ready.” His words are quiet, like he’s scolding himself rather than anyone else.
He scoops me into his arms as my body molds perfectly into his. His knees curl into mine, and his arms wrap around my side and under my head like a pillow.
Strength.
Safety.
“What happened?” I ask, drowsy.
“Go to sleep. We’ll talk tomorrow.”
A breath pushes its way out of my lungs and with it, the part of me battling to stay awake.
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Ascreampiercesthenight like claws tearing through flesh.
Everlee.
