Flashback ( PDFDrive )

“Hang on tight,” Sophie warned, counting off quickly before
dragging them over the edge and causing a wide range of shrieks.
They fell and fell and fell, until Sophie had enough energy to crack
the sky again and launch them back into the void.
Please don’t let us be too late, she thought, sending the plea into the
darkness before she concentrated on the images that Silveny had given
her. Fitz tightened his grip on her hand and she clung to him like a
lifeline as the void split, dropping them onto a stretch of grass-covered
dunes.
“SILVENY—WHERE ARE YOU?” Sophie screamed, squinting
through the bright sunlight and finding only empty shoreline.
For several horrible seconds the only sound was the salty wind. But
then . . .
Frantic whinnying, somewhere in the distance.
Tarina drew her weapon and charged toward the cries with Grady
hot on her heels. Edaline was a few steps behind, but Sophie kept
tripping over the long grass and the shifting sand. And Fitz was
struggling with his limp.
“Here,” he said, scooping her into his arms and levitating them over
the dunes.
It probably should’ve felt strange letting him hold her like that after
what had almost happened between them, but all Sophie could think
about were the whinnies growing louder and louder. And when they
crested the tallest hill, they got their first glimpse of a small, private
cove where Greyfell was stamping his hooves and flapping his wings.
Silveny lay collapsed on her side, her wings spread limply behind
her.