Lyra plummeted into the void, the air whipping past her ears like a scream. Her stomach lurched as the darkness swallowed her, jagged rocks blurring below. Panic surged, her wings flaring instinctively, but the chasm walls scraped them raw, bone cracking against stone. She twisted mid-fall, claws extended, trying to catch purchase on the slick sides. Nothing. The bottom rushed up fast—too fast.'Torin!' Her shout echoed uselessly, cut off by the impact. She hit water, not rock, the icy plunge shocking the breath from her lungs. The underground river dragged her under, current pulling her deeper into the freezing black. Lungs burning, she thrashed, violet energy flickering weakly in her veins, but exhaustion from the fight—and the raw sex—dulled it. Bubbles escaped her lips as she sank, vision spotting.Above, Torin roared, scrambling to the edge of the new fissure. 'Lyra!' Gravel rained down as he clawed at the unstable ground, but it crumbled under his weight. The mine groaned, more
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