Mio
She'd heard stories of incursions closing while delvers stayed behind. How the void invades the eyes, the ears, the mouth, and pulls you into the chasm.
This was not that.
She was draped over a bony shoulder. The smell was faint rosemary, something expensive underneath. Everything below her ribs felt like it belonged to someone else.
"Hi, little deer. Miss me?"
She recognized that voice.
Mori's gaze met hers once. Those perfect eyelashes, the look that Mio loathed. But at that moment, she was actually grateful.
The world lurched. Mio's stomach tried to crawl up her throat. She was moving. Being carried. The incursion's gray light was already fading behind them, the air thinning as they crossed through the shimmer.
Concrete materialized first, then sky, then the flashing red and blue of emergency lights stacked three deep along the perimeter.
The shimmer collapsed.
