“Kelta?”
“I’m coming, Thruster.”
I laugh. “Yeah, you did.”
She chuckles softly, sadly. A sharp breath rasps over the coms. “I’m on my way.”
"Just want you to know, you've made my existence mean something. Made it personal."
“Stop talking like this, Thruster. Just focus on landing in one piece,” she quickly says.
Treetops smack my boots, rake over my body, and snap under my sheer force.
“I’m not sure, Kelta. But I think what I feel for you is lo—” A branch hits me hard in the back of the head, spinning me forward and switching off my vision.
