*Warnings from Tersa, the Arachnian Queen, and Draca,* Saetan said. *A man might ignore one at his own peril, but all three?* He shook his head slowly. *I think not.*

The lightning flashed a little closer.

*That’s all well and good,* Lucivar growled, *but I would prefer a straightforward order.*

*Thesse webss are the besst magic I can give you,* Lorn said irritably. *Usse them to hold the dream. If sshe breakss through all of them, sshe will return to the Darknesss. You will losse her.*

Lucivar puffed out a breath. *That’s clear enough. So where—* He looked up as the lightning flashed again. *What’s that?*

They all looked up, waited for the next flash—and saw the small dark speck plummeting toward the webs.

*Jaenelle,* Daemon whispered.

*She’ll rip right through them,* Saetan said. *We’ll have to use our own strength to try to slow her speed.*

*All right,* Lucivar said. *How do we go?*

Saetan looked at Daemon, then at Lucivar. *Father, brother, lover.* He didn’t wait for an answer. He exploded upward, racing to intercept Witch before she hit the White web.

Lucivar watched for a moment, then turned to the webs, his eyes narrowed. *If she hits them in the center, she’ll break through them. So we’ll roll her.* He clamped a hand on Daemon’s shoulder, pointed with the other hand. *Not so close to the edge that you’ll risk hitting the chasm walls, but away from the center. Then twist and roll while you’re using your own strength as a brake.*

Daemon looked at the webs. *What will that do?*

*For one thing, the countermovement should slow the speed. And if she gets wrapped in the webs—*

*We’ll form a cocoon of power.*

Lucivar nodded. *I’ll go up to the Rose. I don’t know how much strength Saetan has left. If he’s still able to hold her, I can add my strength to his. If not…*

*Where should I be?* Daemon asked, willing to defer to Lucivar’s ability and fighting experience.

*The Green. I should be able to hold her that far.* Lucivar hesitated. *Good luck, Bastard.*

*And you, Prick.*

Lucivar soared upward.

A moment later, Daemon heard Saetan’s roar of defiance as the White web shattered. In the flash, he could see two small figures falling, falling.

He floated down to the Green web.

The Yellow web shattered. Then the Tiger Eye.

He heard Lucivar’s war cry.

As the Rose web shattered, he saw a twirl of color as Lucivar rolled, fighting against the speed of the fall.

They hit the Summer-sky. Holding on to Witch’s legs, Lucivar rolled the other way, catching most of the web before they crashed through.

The Purple Dusk. The Opal.

Daemon met him halfway between the Opal and the Green.

*Let go, Prick, before you shatter the Ebon-gray.*