Mikhailis's ribs throbbed in agreement.
He remembered that impact clearly—the way the golem's shockwave had slammed into him, the breath tearing from his lungs, the feeling of flying backward with no control over his body.
So that's what my internal organs bought us, he thought dryly. Good to know someone got value out of it.
"Rodion?" Elowen's voice pulled him back again.
She wasn't looking at the table anymore.
She was looking at him, really looking—searching his expression, tracing every small shift in his eyes.
