A wild grin crosses my face as I fix my eyes on the ball of paper and set it ablaze before it even stops rolling. It only takes a second longer to pull on Luca’s wind to lift the fire higher, creating a tiny whirlwind of flame just above the table, feeding it with Jackson’s power after the paper its
“Fatigues aside,” Jesse sighs, coming over and picking up my body armor. “This is…not going to work. This is going to hang down to your knees.”I laugh, shaking my head and pressing my hands to my cheeks. “God, what are we going to do?”Rafe curses lightly, glancing towards the door, clearly trying
“How did you know that?” Luca asks, frowning at Tony as we stand together in the middle of the road and I melt in my mortification. Poor Junie – and why the hell didn’t mom scold me for it when she was just here!? I can’t believe I forgot her eighteenth birthday!God, I’m just the worst sister in th
“Tony!” I sigh, slipping out from beneath his arm and swatting him in turn. “I already feel horrible about that, you can’t –““What the hell are you doing here?” Tony snaps, interrupting me and frowning over my shoulder towards the entrance.I turn suddenly, surprised, and blink in the sunlight comi
I moan in horror as the tent floods with people, as they stomp out the lingering flames and try to pull Tony’s body away from me. I scream against it, holding onto him, not wanting to let him out of my sight.But Luca is there, crouching behind me, murmuring to me to let him go – to let the doctors
We all turn towards the entrance, though – me going stock straight with fear – when the flap lifts and a silhouette appears. I shy away from it, remembering again Gibson’s dark form against the door –“It’s just me,” Jesse says, seeing my fear and reaching out a hand for me as he steps into the tent
Luca’s head snaps up. “So that’s it, then, right? We get her out of here, now? Lock her away in a bunker somewhere until we blow that entire nation to pieces?”“As tempting as that sounds,” dad murmurs, pressing a kiss to my hair, “we can’t risk it. Any individual truck leaving the battlefield now w
When Jackson, Luca and I find our spots, Jackson passes me a pair of binoculars from around his neck. “Check it out,” he murmurs.I frown up at him and then do as I’m told, looking through the lenses, observing the cliff’s edge in front of me where the Atalaxians have entrenched – a spot which they’