She could feel his anger even more than the pain in her leg. Deep, dark anger, not directed at her, but frightening to her nonetheless. “You didn’t fall.” It was not a question. “Are you all right, Miki? Tell me you’re all right.” He helped her sit up and even though her leg hurt, she could tell it wasn’t broken. For a few moments, though, she leaned on him, snuggled close to his chest, listened to his heart thump, felt his warmth. Heat from his body stilled her cold fear. “I—help me stand. I think I’m all right. Maybe I need to walk around some—if I can.” Miki groaned and got to her feet with Davin’s help. She limped a little, walking a couple of steps. Davin supported her, but they both stopped beside the velvet swing. Miki could see that the dangling trapeze before them had broken. Davin, after being sure she could stand, stepped closer to examine it. He took the trapeze in his hand and stared at it, rubbing his finger over the broken end. “This did not break by itself.
