With my eyes closed, it was easy to pretend I was on a roller coaster instead of however many miles above the ground Tenn had taken us. The wind was sharp and bitter cold against my skin. It prickled like needles on my face. My hair was thrown back over my shoulders, and I couldn’t help but wonder if I’d be tangled with Tenn’s hair or wings when we landed. That visual had me chuckling to myself as Tenn wove us through clouds. Sunlight flashed through my closed eyelids. I wondered what the humans would see if they looked up from their lunches and spotted us. There was probably magic somewhere to help with that. It probably would be weirder for the people who were witches or shifters and didn’t know it but could clearly see what looked like an angel abducting a pink-haired chick.

“Going down!” Tenn yelled over the wind.

We flipped and took a nosedive straight down. My stomach shot up my throat. I trusted Tenn completely, yet that didn’t stop me from gripping his arm tight enough to probably draw blood. I was too afraid to open my eyes to check. A little scream left my lips. I couldn’t help it. This was the best big drop on a roller coaster ever. When we suddenly jerked upright and stopped moving, my scream turned into a fit of giggles.

“I’d say I was a little worried about how much giggling you’ve been doing . . .” Tenn said as he set me on my feet. “But you are a Proctor. Go ahead, open your eyes.”

I opened my eyes but the bright sunlight was harsh, so I had to blink a million times and then hold my hand over my face to give my eyeballs a chance to adjust. “Look, I can’t help it. I was imagining a scenario where my hair got tangled in your wings, and that shit was funny.”

He hung his head and chuckled. “Dammit, I was also thinking about that.”

I threw my head back and cackled.

“I actually looked several times but luckily your hair is too short.” He smirked and shook his head as he glanced back at his wings. “Tegan’s hair is definitely long enough to tangle.”

“Oh, I can see it now. You two landing with both your hair, Tegan’s hair, and your wings all knotted together.” I laughed with him until we both realized we’d just been joking about Tegan, who was still very much unconscious. I knew his thoughts had taken the same path because his eyes darkened and he rubbed his fingers over their pink soulmate glyph on his chest. I sighed and glanced around. “Okay, where are we?”

“No idea, I followed the arrow⁠—”