ELENA
Blake hurtled toward the ground. His mind was blank as he struggled to hold on.
Blake! Wake up.
Our speed increased as he tumbled down to the treetops below. They were coming nearer. I kept yelling his name inside my mind.
He finally opened his eyes, but he was still disoriented.
Close your eyes, I said, calmer than I felt. Trust mine.
He did, and he righted his position just as we were about to hit. We skidded through the trees and came to a crash-landing.
Dust lay heavy around us. My body ached. I’d never felt so tired.
When I opened my eyes, Blake’s hulking figure lay paces from mine.
I had no idea where we were, in which era we were, and whether we were in danger.
I grunted from the twinge of an array of scrapes. My face, my elbow, my torso…everything was sore. My cloth
