Angel's POV
The horse was not slowing down.
That was the thing my mind kept arriving at and refusing to accept - the simple, terrible fact of it, the animal beneath me running with a completeness that had nothing of panic in it, nothing of a spooked creature seeking escape. This was deliberate. This was aimed. And I was on top of it with no more influence over its direction than a leaf on a current, my hands pulling at the reins until my arms burned and the leather cut into my palms and the horse did not notice and did not care.
"Help…" My voice came out fractured by speed and terror. "Someone… help me…"
The wind was tearing at everything - the veil gone somewhere behind me, my hair everywhere, the world on either side moving too fast to be anything but blur. I could hear something behind me - hoofbeats, fast and closing, and someone's voice saying my name with an urgency that told me exactly how bad this was…
The cliff appeared.
