Chapter 4The world wasn’t entirely right. Not right away. Close enough to leave Ryan’s bones wobbly with joy. But the wobbling extended to Holly’s recovery, if that was the word.
He’d come back most of the way. He was working on more, he said; his eyebrows tugged together as he said it, gathering focus. The very ends of his fingertips trailed into smoke. So did the ends of his hair.
Solidity required effort. Ryan gritted teeth and could only be thrilled to have their Holiday up and around and smiling weakly again. Real, alive, existing; and if that existence seemed a little ephemeral, the brilliant joy in John’s face made any concern difficult to voice.
Anyway, it’d only been a few hours. Half a day. And Holiday was growing more defined, filling in the sketch of himself, over time. That
