I lunge without thinking, across the end of the bed, both hands outstretched toward Rupe. He's not expecting a physical attack, clearly, because he flinches, raising both arms up to protect his face, letting go of Sage.

I hit him hard in the chest, knocking him back, but it's Sage who finishes the job. He turns sideways in bed, both feet lashing out, propelling Rupe off his feet and into the center of the black tunnel of ...