Neither looked at me, their eyes wide and transfixed, locked on the portal. I looked up, feeling her before I saw her. Dianna. I dropped my sword and rushed forward, catching her falling form. Her body jerked at the landing, her hair spilling across her shocked face. She was filthy, covered in bruises and cuts, some still open and bleeding. The scent of her blood made me feral. She was battered, dirty, and pale, so pale. “You caught me?” It was a whispered question as if she couldn’t believe it. “Always.”
