Flashback ( PDFDrive )

“You’re sure?”
When he promised he was, Sophie told him, “Let’s go.”
“Not without me.” Tarina released one of Sophie’s shoulders and
grabbed Fitz’s arm in the same motion.
“Fine,” Sophie told her. “But we have to go now.”
Fitz wrapped his other arm around Sophie’s waist, and she let
herself lean on him, soaking up his steady strength. For one second
their eyes met, and Sophie released a relieved breath when she saw his
hurt had been replaced with pure determination.
“Let’s go find her,” he said, floating them off the ground fast
enough to leave Sophie’s stomach far behind.
“How high do you need?” he shouted over the wind.
“As high as you can go.”
“Why?” Tarina kicked her legs nervously as the scenery grew
smaller and smaller. “Why aren’t we just doing that light leaping
thing?”
“Because I don’t have a crystal with a facet leading where we’re
going,” Sophie explained. “And this should be high enough, Fitz.” The
air was much thinner and colder, and Everglen looked like a doll’s
house. “Drop us.”
“DROP US?” Tarina repeated.
“It’ll be fine,” Sophie told her. “Just hang on to me.”
Fitz hugged Sophie tighter, and Tarina’s grip on her hand turned
crushing as he counted to three and let them plummet.
Tarina unleashed a colorful array of Trollish words as the ground
drew closer and closer—but Sophie tuned her out, focusing on the
warmth gathering in her mind and the adrenaline pumping through
her veins.