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“Lina. Lina.” A hand waved in front of her face. “Catalina?”
She blinked. Jackson had a hand on her back and a hand in front of her face. Her hands — her hands were on Dylan and Ethan’s necks. And down in the gorge, the whole place was glowing blue.
“What—” She stared. “Did—”
“You got everyone safe. Separated. And down on the ground. Might have gotten a couple broken arms while you figured it out, but a broken bone is a lot better than — well, than what was happening.”
“I don’t have that sort of power!”
Mirrored from Alder's Grove Fiction.
