The night rushed around her. She’d known the sky trees were tall, but Vi had never really heeded Jax’s warnings when it came to how tall. It seemed she would fall forever. Every second seemed longer than a hundred years and yet she knew it would be over all too soon. Vi reached upward on instinct, flailing through the air, looking for a branch or walkway. But she couldn’t find a hold. Surely, there was a window she could grab onto? Somewhere? Her nails ripped back, the pads of her fingers scraped off against rough bark. There was a flash of red light—the elfin’ra was performing some kind of
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