Kingdom of Ash

blood gushed from his wounds, but then he
was rising into the air, toward the horse’s
back.
Elide threw her weight into him, and
something cracked in her ankle, so violently
that pain burst through her, blinding and
breathless. She stumbled, losing her grip. But
Lorcan was up, his leg over the other side of
the horse. He slouched over it, an arm
cradling his abdomen, dark hair hanging low
enough to brush Farasha’s back.
Clenching her jaw against the pain in her
ankle, Elide straightened, and eyed the
distance.
A long, bloodied arm dropped into her line
of sight. An offer up.
She ignored it. She’d gotten him into the
saddle. She wasn’t about to send him flying
off it again.
Elide backed a step, limping.