Every brief break in the thick mist looked promising, and I realised I was almost standing, my wings threatening to send us both sky high, so I sat back down. Asher was doing the same, though. 'Try leaning back.'
'Gee, thank you for that brilliant advice, Jake.'
'Seriously, Asher, you'll fall off.'
'You take care of you, Cali, and I'll take care of me.'
She frowned, and she didn't need to say a word for me to know how frustrated she was. I could tell what she was thinking, and those thoughts varied from "that man is killing me, to let's just hope his leaper carries him away," and I was still considering that when I glimpsed a ghostly figure stood behind her, unmoving until it faded into the background.
