She wiped at her tears, just as an owl call broke the silence. Kopi. “I’m here,” Zylah rasped through her tears, her voice broken and scratched. “I’m here.” She stumbled, pushing herself up again as she ran between the trees, every bone in her body begging her to stop, to lie down, until a voice cut through the quiet. “Zylah!” It was Holt, and all Zylah could do was let out a pathetic whimper in response.
