A determined bellow pours from her throat as she charges toward me. I shake my head at her lack of self-preservation.
With both hands gripping her weapon, she lifts it way over her head as if she plans to chop me in half. I sidestep her, sticking my foot out to trip her up.
Her scream follows her over the edge of the platform. The drop isn’t enough to kill her, but if she doesn’t get her stupid ass up, she’ll get trampled to death.
The crowd’s grown since the last time I had my eyes on everyone else, and my gaze frantically searches for them.
I don’t see any of them.
Fuck.
“V, I need the others. We’ve got to get Riven and go.”
His hoot responds as I race to Riven and sink to my knees.
“Don’t touch me,” he bellows as I cup his cheeks.
That short little break is the only pause he takes from screaming out his song.
“Come on, Riven. Snap out of it.”
“Creed says you have to get him free first. If they come up there to you two, the others will storm the platform after them.”
Damn it.
“Hey-he, Harmony,
The Empowerer’s in Seductions.
He calls to his angel,
He calls to his angel.”
I force his head back a bit as my voice joins in with his erratic shouting.
“Hey-he, Harmony,
He calls to his angel.”
He jolts frantically, but I don’t let him go. I tighten my grip and raise my voice.
“His angel answers the call,
His angel answers the call,
Hey-he, Harmony,
His angel answers the call.”
“No, no, no, no.”
“Come on, Riven,” I breathe before picking his melody right back up.
He continues to thrash around, fighting me, maybe himself. I don’t know.
My voice comes out more like screaming rather than singing as frustrated, angry, and fearsome tears build in the back of my eyes.
“Your angel is here!”
