Leah
He launched us off Keanu’s back with a force that told me he’d done something like this before. The wind ripped us sideways the instant we cleared the dragon’s flank, the storm seizing our bodies and spinning them like ragdolls. I couldn’t see. Couldn’t orient. Up and down ceased to exist. There was only the cold, the wind, the pressure of Cain’s arm around me, and the sickening lurch of gravity pulling us toward a ground I couldn’t see and had no idea how far away it was.
Cain’s body shifted around mine. He rotated us mid-fall, pulling me against his chest, curling his massive frame around me like a living shield. I felt his muscles coil, felt the moment he braced for impact.
We hit.
The snow was deep. Fresh. It swallowed us like water, the powder collapsing inward as our combine
