“Ray’s heart pounded—not fear this time, but the nearness of her, of both of them, past and present weaving together.”

A steadier will π. A sense of direction. His next move crystallized. But I ride in back.” Tian’s smirk widened, serpent-cool. Ray’s heart pounded—not fear this time, but the nearness of her, of both of them, past and present weaving together. The rain had ceased as suddenly as it had started, leaving the world rinsed, sharp, alive. They rose into clear skies and fresh air.