"How the heck do you expect us to lower someone down like that?" one of the human boys exclaims.
Landry lets go only once he is sure I am fully down, then straightens and offers me a hand at once.
I look at it, then at him.
His expression is unreadable, but his hand remains there.
Waiting.
Half the room is watching, so I take it. His fingers close around mine, and he pulls me up with absurd ease, which somehow only makes the whole thing worse.
"Again," I say the moment I am upright, sounding more irritated than I feel. "But do it properly this time."
His brows lift.
"I did."
"You did not throw me."
"I did," he says with a shrug. "I just controlled the landing."
He says it so calmly, so simply. As though controlling my descent the way he did was even slightly normal.
"If you are
