I set the date and time, grab a hold of Derek’s waist, and wait for him to push the button. I almost fall and Derek catches me just before the blackness consumes us. This time, I don't feel like I’m falling and Derek doesn’t get sick when we land. Something isn't right, though. I remember Meril saying that he didn't land in the right spot, but we landed in my original spot.
"Derek, something doesn't feel right." I whisper.
"How so?"
"The air smells of death and fire."
I glance at Derek with wide eyes. He isn’t looking at me though. His eyes are closed and he seems to be having a little trouble breathing. I lay my head on his shoulder, and he looks down at me, with a soft smile.
"I need a breather, Alayna. I feel drained."
"I do too." I admit.