The wind tore at my coat as the aircraft lifted off again, the bay doors still open, the ground falling away beneath us. Below, Ravenhold's ramparts were already shifting, cannons being repositioned, riflemen forming new firing lines. The captain had moved fast.
Reina stood beside me at the open bay, her tail wrapped around her own leg to keep it from lashing in the wind. Her violet eyes were fixed on the treeline ahead, where the shadows seemed to pulse with movement.
"You're really going through with this," she said.
"I am."
"Even though every instinct you have is probably screaming at you to turn back?"
I glanced at her. "How do you know what my instincts are saying?"
She tapped her nose. "Succubus, remember? How long will it take for you to remember?"
"I already did, I was just making small talk."
