He might have been imagining it, too. But just as he was on the verge of giving up, Tybalt’s gaze latched onto a figure only slightly in view under a beam. He lurched into movement again, making the last of the way in double-time and not stopping until he had flung his arms around her.
She looked upset - expected - and he had no idea if that was because she was hurt, because she’d seen it happen or from sheer distress in the aftermath, but the only conclusion he had was she’s still in one piece, and for a moment, that was plenty to hold onto.
“Thank Merlin,” he breathed, holding her so tightly he thought it was more for his benefit than hers. Elsie was usually the one to worry beyond all reason, but how else could he explain the fervent feeling in every nerve? He felt like he was swaying on his feet in pure relief. “Thank God.” His eyes were squeezed shut over her shoulder, though he knew he should step back and take stock. He was fairly sure she had looked on the verge of tears. “Please say you’re okay.”
She looked upset - expected - and he had no idea if that was because she was hurt, because she’d seen it happen or from sheer distress in the aftermath, but the only conclusion he had was she’s still in one piece, and for a moment, that was plenty to hold onto.
“Thank Merlin,” he breathed, holding her so tightly he thought it was more for his benefit than hers. Elsie was usually the one to worry beyond all reason, but how else could he explain the fervent feeling in every nerve? He felt like he was swaying on his feet in pure relief. “Thank God.” His eyes were squeezed shut over her shoulder, though he knew he should step back and take stock. He was fairly sure she had looked on the verge of tears. “Please say you’re okay.”
