It’s #BookQW and Fern feels she’s in a ‘vise’!
More from Chapter 3:
Rescue Guy heaved backward and dug in his boot heels. Her slide slowed, but her body stretched, muscles straining. The guy yelled, “Rip energy’s got her,” at the same time Raven swore and threw himself at her.
She flinched, expecting him to smack into her, to pin her to the ground. But she continued to slip while he—is this really happening?—hung suspended, half over her, wings sweeping up and down, feathers whacking her, the bush, the ground, sending sticks and leaves flying everywhere.
Blood pounding in her ears, Fern ducked her head, and when she dared to look up again, her rescuer was also sporting a pair of wings, rusty-colored like his hair. Of course, that makes sense, said a ridiculous voice in her head.
“Ready?” Raven grunted.
For what? Fern wanted to ask, but she couldn’t catch her breath. Numbness was spreading up her right leg, her body was stretched to its limit, and her rescuers had wings. Asking stupid questions was low on her list of needs.
Hands clamped onto her right knee—Raven, it had to be him, though Fern didn’t turn—and her leg warmed. He pushed his hands down her calf, driving away the numbness. The heat reached her ankle. Her heel. Over her foot. Her toes felt like a vise grip had them, numb and heavy. Fern strained to move, once more digging her free foot into the soil and clinging desperately to Rescuer Guy.
“Come on,” he muttered, his face close but gaze looking past her. Seconds dragged to a minute, and still her foot didn’t come loose.
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