"Don't worry," I murmured low against her ear as we hovered ten feet up, the cave ceiling close enough to touch if I reached. "You're safe. I've got you. I won't let anything happen to you."
Her heart hammered wildly against my chest—fast, erratic, terrified, and exhilarated. Her breath came in short, hot pants against my neck. "This… this can't be happening… we're flying… I'm flying… oh my god… oh my god, Dexter, how—how are you doing this? This isn't real. This isn't—"
"You should believe me now," I said softly, voice calm and steady while her body trembled against mine.
Mira nodded—small, frantic, absentminded—eyes glassy and wide. "Y-yes… I… I believe you… I believe…"
I descended slowly, gently, setting her feet back on solid stone right beside Angela and Lisa, who were already tearing into their food as if nothing extraordinary had happened.
