She just let it happen, let her body go where it would. She knew she should be terrified. She should be screaming and flailing her limbs, but she wasn’t. She was just…falling. She thought it was odd, definitely not like her. All of a sudden, something strong looped around her waist, and she gasped as her body was pulled up against something warm and solid. She stopped falling, but her feet still hovered. A tremor went through her and she opened her eyes. Someone was holding her against him, keeping her safe, protecting her. “What, are you some kind of crazy woman?” The voice was harsh, angry, and she snapped back to reality with blinding speed. Her heart lurched in her chest as she realized just exactly what had happened. Her fingers clutched and curled into the man’s shirt, and she looked down at the ground. She gasped as she saw that she was continuing to hover in the air. She shot her gaze up to the face of the man, thing, whatever he was, that was holding her and her breath caught in her throat.
