Page 189 of Whispers of Wisteria
Somewhere inside me, I was screaming.
But it didn’t matter. “I won’t lose anyone else.”
Then I let go.
It took me fast. The floor was ripped from under me as the world tilted.
Then, there was nothing but sky and cloud. The wind threatened to crush me, and the air roared. And for one terrifying second, I couldn’t breathe.
I… didn’t see him.
Was I too late?
But then I spotted him, falling in an ungraceful heap, some distance away.
No, no, no…
I had to catch up.
I could do it. My writings to myself wouldn’t be a lie.
I was Mu. The wind and sky were mine.
My shoulders burned, and then I was no longer being thrown. I moved faster now, but the pressure was gone. The distance between us closed rapidly.
Titus’s body was limp, and he was unconscious. He might have a concussion—he was bleeding from his head.
But that wasn’t important right now.
I reached for him, and as soon as my fingertips brushed across his wrist, I pulled in closer.
We were still falling—he was too heavy, and my muscles ached from effort—but we’d slowed down.
But it wasn’t enough.
He was adragon. They were invincible. And he had wings, even if one was torn.
Hehadto fly.
Wake up.
My words—which had briefly returned to me—were gone again. But it wouldn’t have mattered if I’d spoken anyway; there was no way I’d be heard above the raging winds. My fingers hummed as my eyes burned.
We weren’t going to make it out of this alive.
Please wake up.
He had to, otherwise there’d have been no point in pushing him out of the plane.
Maybe he should stay asleep. His wing was torn, and he himself said he couldn’t fly.
But when had he last tried? Shifters were supposed to have enhanced healing abilities. So…
Why wasn’t he healing?
‘It’s not a normal injury.’ Mu’s words rang through my mind. His voice was clear now, closer than he’d ever been. ‘Jin believes it’s his penance.’
What?
