Suddenly the strength of a small body slammed into Rufus and the two brooms spun toward the ground. Rufus grabbed his own and directed course last moment, already trying to grab Sloane, but she did the dirt. Bloody hell. Rufus’s zoomed toward her, hopping of his broom and heading toward the girl, half surprised at her language, but more concerned if she was okay.

Sloane’s annoyance was directed right at him, stinging as her words demonstrated just how distant they had become since his marriage. But Rufus tried to let it slide off him. “Are you alright?” Concern coated his voice as he knelt down beside her reaching for her arms to make sure she was okay.