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Once more, Walker’s voice echoes through the mist. “Myla! Lincoln! Happy!”
The three lava angels pause, share a few excited glances, and then take to the skies. There’s no question what they plan to do.
Kill Walker.
My mind empties. Walker is here. We must help him. Trouble is, the mist is heavy and there are three lava angels in our way. Bands of terror tighten around my chest. All of a sudden, I can’t pull in enough breath.
Lincoln calls through the mist. “We’re coming for you, Walker!” After that, my guy turns to me. Trust and love shine in his mismatched eyes. When he speaks again, his voice is low and calm.
“Tell me when you have it.”
Six little words, but there’s a world of confidence behind them. Lincoln’s saying that he trusts me to design a plan to save Walker. We can do
