Jesse just stares at the girl standing before him, wondering if this is some sort of game, some ruse she’s playing to trick him into feeling sorry for her. Because he’s got a tender heart – he knows that, as much as he tries to hide it from everyone else. Could this girl have figured that out and is
It does her good, I know, to see her daughter so loved when she’s not around to do it.My dad inhales sharply through his nose when we step close and I shift my gaze to him.“Things are complicated, Ariel, but we need to –“He gasps mid-sentence – we all do – as a huge sound breaks through the air,
I slowly exhale as I concentrate on the little stack of wood at the center of the empty space between the tents that my mother lead us to. A little anxious, I glance around at all of the very flammable canvas fabric around us.“Steady,” Jacks murmurs, smirking down at me from his place at my side, s
“Sweetheart,” mom whispers, glancing back at the fire. “Baby…try it again, okay? Can you…can you pull on the wind? Like you did before when…Luca was here too?”I frown at her and shake my head. “Mom, it needs physical contact,” I say. “That’s how it’s always been. And he’s…not here.”She looks at me
Then I look up at Jacks, incredibly anxious about how he’s going to react to the news.“It’s okay,” he says, quite soft, looking down at me like we’re the only two people standing in this clearing. He lifts his hand to my face, softly stroking my cheek with his thumb. “Doesn’t change anything for me
It is so, so short a time later when I’m in the back of a transport, racing to the front line of the battle with Jackson and Rafe and Roger by my side. My hands tremble a little as I watch Roger fasten on the earpiece that my father gave him, so that he can use to communicate back to the base.Becau
Roger nods once and the four of us fall into a line, moving out towards the front to join the fight.“Here’s the deal,” Roger murmurs, glancing down at me from my right. “Cora’s got a storm coming in from behind the Atalaxian front that should do a great deal of work towards distracting them. Plus,
I glance to the left even as my fire sweeps through the enemy line, consuming everything in sight, realizing that even though I’m raining destruction on our foe there’s still…so, so much more work to be done. There are just so much of the Atalaxians. And they’re starting to respond, to turn on my wh