I gasped at the sensation of cold after leaving a body of water.
The pink sky began to darken to blue.
Water splashed beneath me. I was being moved.
I was being held.
I grabbed his shirt and looked at his face. “Rowan?"
He nodded in short absent motions, eyes wide in a thousand mile stare, crown on his head. “Uh-huh?" His face was wet and his eyes were gleaming, but he didn't seem panicked. Shaken, for certain, but not panicked.
I pulled myself up to be closer to his face. “Rowan??"
He glanced at me. “Yeah?"
I pressed my hand to his open leather vest. I couldn't find the bullet holes.
Out of the stream, he sat me down at a dry distance, kneeling downhill so that we were eye level.
“You're alive!" I rasped, wondering at what point the vision had slipped away from reality. My voi
