Chapter 3

Holly flung up both arms, staggered, fell to both knees. Tried to get up. Fell back onto the bridge. Waved a feeble hand and made faint shimmers in the air. “This cannot be!”

“Don’t overact or anything,” John said, laughing, coughing, finally getting breath back.

Ryan jumped down from the swoop of the bridge. Landed next to him. “Had enough?”

Holly gave him a supercilious glare. Every bit of that aristocratic heritage thrown in. Effective as hell, even on his knees. Maybe especially then. Ryan had an absurd flash of memory: The week before, Holiday Jones on both knees then too, bound in leather.

Holly announced, “Never, hero!” and tried to open a hole in the bridge under Ryan’s feet

Ryan wrapped lightning around his ankles. Yanked. Knocked him sprawling. “How about now?” Privately, he flipped back to their shared channel and added through the earpiece they shared, “You okay?”