Chapter 110
Sim and I landed in the hedges with the kind of grace usually reserved for collapsing wheelbarrows. Twigs scraped across my arms, and a stray branch poked me in the ribs viciously. My spine voiced several formal complaints, each vertebra lodging its protest in increasingly creative terms. I groaned, spitting out a leaf that had somehow found its way into my mouth.
"Window exits," I muttered, "are becoming too common in my life."
Sim hauled me up by the collar like I weighed nothing, which was rude, honestly. Then he gestured at me to follow him. We ran for a bit, winded, and ducked out of view behind a thick grove of trees.
We both stopped and caught our breath.
"So," I panted, "you planning on telling me what you're doing here?"
Sim shrugged. "You looked like you needed help."
Fair enough.
