“Got you—!”
Yael’s black shape slammed into Birdie mid-air like a thunderbolt. One powerful arm locked around her waist. The other clawed at empty sky. They tumbled hard, spinning, the blight fissure rushing up to swallow them both.
“Hold on!” he snarled against her ear.
“I’m trying, you oversized—”
Soren’s golden form dived past...