Chapter 3

The pavement wouldn't be kind when she hit it. There was no time to scream as Adara plummeted. No time for anything but a wistful sigh. So, this is how I finally die.

Only she didn't hit the ground.

Something swooped towards her, jolting her descent. It took her a moment to realize that she was being held in someone's arms.

His arms.

As she stared into Desmond's face, her heart twisted, and for a moment, the link between them lit, a weak pulse that he latched on to. The warmth of him, scorching hot to her cold, reminded her of how it used to feel.

She cut it off and snapped, "What are you doing?"

"Saving your life."

"Too late." She couldn't forget how he'd failed her.

"So you keep reminding me." The shadow wings at his back flapped, and she couldn't help but recall the last time he'd flown with her in his arms.