🔹 THORNE
I drop through the surface with a gasp, my lungs stinging. I snapped upright, my eyes were covered but the presence of the others around me did not escape my notice.
I did not need anyone telling me—it had happened again.
I had not spoken a word before my name was shrieked, searing the nerves of my sensitive ears, then footfall before arms wrapped around me.
I recoiled at the contact, my body detesting the touch despite knowing who it was—Ivanna.
Hands cradled my face, lifting it. "I thought I lost you," her voice trembled as my familiar's feet found its spot on my shoulders—giving me sight.
Tears streaked her pale face, her nose and eyes red from crying. "How are you feeling?" She asked, turning my head from side to side with less than clinical detachment and more like she was checking for cracks in porcelain.
