"Calm yourself, my Lady. You are entirely safe flying alongside me."
THAT VOICE.
TRANQUIL.
SMOOTH.
BUT THE ULTIMATE PROBLEM WAS—
I.
WAS.
LITERALLY.
FLYING.
"SAFE?! SAFE BY WHAT LOGIC?! IF A SINGLE SYLLABLE OF THAT SACRED INCANTATION WAS MISPRONOUNCED, MY MORTAL LIFE IS UTTERLY FORFEIT!" I shrieked violently within the sanctuary of my mind. Yet for some inexplicable reason, the only physical sound that escaped my throat was a choked breath and a tiny squeak, resembling a helpless kitten that had just violently tripped over the boundaries of reality.
My waist felt remarkably warm.
Oh.
Because HE WAS EMBRACING ME.
TIGHTLY.
OBSCENELY TIGHTLY.
AS IF I WERE AN EXTREMELY FRAGILE, PRICELESS PIECE OF CARGO.
OR…
AS IF I WERE A HUMAN BEING WHO WAS HIGHLY CAPABLE OF PLUMMETING TO A SWIFT DEATH WITHIN A THREE-SECOND COUNTDOWN.
