The Escape.
With a breath of wind and a mischievous grin, Leon leapt from the window, Nova held securely in his arms.
The world blurring past them. Her body taut against him, unprepared, her arms springing round his neck. The wind screamed through her face—cold, wild—its fingers lifting tufts of black hair and slapping her cheeks as they fell through air.
Twin moons cast a silver-blue glow upon them as they fell, their forms silhouetted in light—for a moment frozen in time, it was as if they were flying.
Nova shut her eyes tight, the night air stinging against her skin, breath trapped in the frozen rush of falling.
And then—
They landed.
With a gentle thud, Leon's boots hit the grass below. His knees bent slightly, cushioning the landing with easy elegance. No shake ran through him as he stood up, still holding her close in his arms.
