I feel something slam into me, knocking the breath from my lungs. Only it is not the car that hits me; it is a person. He takes the brunt of the fall, rolling under me so that my face does not go into the street, but the force of the impact knocks me out of his arms and I am skidding across the asphalt into the grass. The car speeds past, flying down the road and then disappearing on a turn. I wait in agony until my lungs finally work, and then I roll onto my back and gasp for air.
"Are you okay?" Liam's voice is frantic as he crawls toward me. He cups my face in his hands and checks my body for injuries. This time I know I am not imagining things. There are dark wings coming out of his back. I sputter fragmented sentences a few times before I can get the words out.