It was only four or five feet but it seemed to go on forever.
Oomph!
Luca broke her fall, catching her shoulders so that she landed with very little impact on her feet. His look of triumph was replaced by a look of fear. “Are you okay?” He smoothed hair away from her temple. It was still tender, even after a week. “Jasmine?”
She smiled up at him. “I’m fine.”
The dovecote was lit by a flash of lightning, which was quickly followed by a very close crash of thunder.
“We should—” Luca began.
Jasmine didn’t wait for him to finish. She spun around, ducked out the door and sprinted toward the house.