“Kitten talk to me, I am kind of freaking out here,” I yelled into the sea of inky night.
“Harley!” I yelled as loudly as I could.
A gust of wind blew over us, making the trees in the forest sway and creak under its force. I used my arm to shield my eyes from the dirt and debris flying over us, but the view of what I thought was Harley was obstructed. I shouldn’t have let her go alone. I stepped forward, slicing the heads of the dark ones trying to grab onto me. I drew my sword back one more time, but my blade only sliced through the air. They were gone. She had closed the fracture.
There she stood in between two trees looking like death herself. Her sword was lying over her shoulder, her eyes still glowing in blackness, the wind was whipping her long hair around her waist like smoke, a
