Vivian hit the floor hard.
The sound echoed through the room, bone against the floor, breath knocked clean out of her lungs. Water splashed outward from nowhere, then vanished as if it had never existed.
"Vivian!" I dropped to my knees beside her without thinking.
She coughed violently, her body curling in on itself as she struggled to breathe. Blood stained the corner of her lips, her hands shaking as they pressed against the ground like she needed to feel something solid to believe she was really here.
"Elyndra!" Vivian shouted hoarsely. "Lords—shield them!"
Lucian moved instantly, stepping in front of me as frost flared around his arm. At the same time, Auren rushed toward Celeste, pulling her back with a sharp sweep of his wing.
My heart pounded.
"Where is she?" I whispered, panic crawling up my spine.
There was no body. No figure. No shadow standing on the floor but the air did shift.
