I don't exactly land gracefully, as much as I would like to say that I did.
My ankle bends beneath me, sending a wave of fire up my entire leg. The screaming ends abruptly after that, I am too busy willing myself to ignore the pain. I am on the floor gripping my foot.
Aven would be useful right about now, I think, but everything that surrounds me is darkness. Even Ronan's presence would be appreciated at this point. I try to stand, then decide to give myself a minute.
"Aven?" I call out. The sound dies within a foot of me. "Ronan?"
The red lights find me first, then the golden. Relief fills me at the sight of them. Ronan's face is shamelessly mocking. Aven does seem to hold a certain degree of shame. I narrow my eyes at them. "You bastards."
Aven kneels down in front of me. "You hurt
