A dark shape hovered over her, dark, but light, and Cricket wasn't sure if the lights that twinkled in and out were genuine or some sort of stress response to the deep burn on her leg and the throbbing in her skull... and why was everything... wet? The scent of coppery blood filled the air and she struggled to hold onto consciousness, gritting her teeth as the earth beneath her seemed to heave and sway. She could feel bile burning at the back of her throat, why did she wander so far away from the Dancefloor? Was she going to die here? It certainly felt like it, no matter how the cloaked stranger tried to lull her off to sleep.
