By the time I reach one of the middle tiers of the garden, my hands have almost stopped shaking.
The shift into Calix healed the deep cut at my temple, the bruising, the strain across my ribs from the crash.
The physical signs are gone.
I still remember all of it.
The impact I had only a split second to anticipate and try to soften before I heard the sound of my car folding around us. Lyra's breath catching beside me as the car rolled. The second I looked across and saw her still, far too still, in the passenger seat.
Then the rest.
The door that would not open.
The grey estate coming around the bend.
Her hand gripping mine before I told her to run.
And then she had.
She had told me she trusted me.
Then she had proved it by running human into unfamiliar territory towards a house
