"Guys…" Simma's voice came out as quiet as it could, yet sharp enough to slice through the noise of their thoughts. It pulled Lucy and Sarah's attention immediately.
Just then, the horse neighed violently, its muscles tightening with terror, and it bolted. Hooves hammered against the damp ground.
Lucy's instincts snapped into place, she yanked her arm forward, a portal blooming like a violet wound in midair. The horse, without hesitation, galloped straight into it and vanished through the light.
Both girls turned their eyes sharply back to Simma. They could tell at once: something was wrong. His posture, his eyes, the stiffness in his shoulders all screamed of danger.
Sarah winced, her arrogance breaking through her fear.
"What?" she bellowed, her voice echoing too loud for this kind of place.
