Chapter 9Jer stumbled. Eyes wide. Stunned by impact.
Talis grabbed him. A few gasps went up—not many people out at this early hour, but some, and they’d seen it—and a few bodies spun their way.
Jer blinked at him. “What…”
Talis swore silently. Those beautiful eyes were too unfocused. Shock? Concussed? Jer had had a hood up, some cushioning, and the shingle wasn’t that heavy, but it was hard, and head injuries were—
And it would’ve been him. If he hadn’t moved. If he hadn’t made Jer take a step, just then. If he hadn’t—
If he hadn’t been who he was.
His hands shook. He got Jer to sit down on the closest wall, the one right there, around the long colorful flowerbed. The rain, helpfully, let up right that instant.
Jer was staring at him. Completely silent. Possibly injured. No visible
