RUNE MUST HAVE SPRINTED flat out to catch up, which was sweet. But I didn’t have time to deal with his unicorn aversion. Not when Kale was already ten feet off the ground.
So I leapt onto the unicorn’s back, shifting midair and ending up flat on my human stomach. “We have to catch Kale,” I huffed with what little breath I had left.
I was risking being bucked off for failing to compliment my steed’s appearance. Wasn’t following our usual protocol of flattery paid in advance.
But, to my relief, the unicorn’s haunches bunched beneath me. Then we were running flat out.
Or rather, the unicorn was running and I was falling. I lunged for a hank of mane, barely managing to regain my balance. Fought to keep my eyes open as we picked up speed.
I couldn’t let myself lose sight of Kale. He was a
