Book 8: Free Fall

Kenna

I blink. I blink again, confused about the sudden rush of night air against my right cheek. Evander’s voice is nearby, distorted and hazy. Sparkles cover everything… or maybe that’s just my vision coming back. 

“Kenna? Goddess, Kenna? Are you okay?” Evander sounds frantic. 

I reach over and try to pat his hand, but I suddenly lurch forward. The sound of metal on metal erupts in my ears, causing them to ring. I scream, and then I’m thrust back into reality. 

We’re moving at what feels like the speed of light. I’m in a car. The window at my side is shattered, and the door is crushed inward. By some miracle, I’m okay. I’m covered in glass. The windshield in front of me is splintered but intact, and on the horizon, the lights of the port come into view. 

We’re barreling toward a private dock. The ferry sits at the very edge of it, but it’s raising its ramp. 

We’re rear-ended again. Evander grabs my arm.