78. Cass

There was a moment, just before I flung myself from the clifftop where I wondered if it was actually possible to die from adrenalin. Can your heart pound with that much force and ever truly return to normal?

Thunder and lightning bouncing across the sky, the clouds so dark. Yet I held no fear of being struck. Not for a second.

Robyn maybe felt differently. As brave and amazing as she has been, her hand gripped mine painfully tight. Her smile tight, blue eyes focused with flecks of grey, we took deep breaths and charged out into the open.

Robyn had asked me if I worried about my legs. If they would suddenly turn to lead when the moment came. The treacle-sludged movement of nightmares. But I flew. We both did.

In our sprint towards the edge, I caught a glimpse of Ayr’s blue eyes and towering black-armoured frame.

In the split second of time, just how much I’d missed him hit me like a sledgehammer, an extra pulse of my already super-charged heartbeat.

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