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Plotting
After Louisa murmured some soothing words to Miguel and told him to let everyone know that she’d be downstairs shortly, I reached for Rafe’s hand. I desperately needed the reassurance of his touch, even though I knew his physical strength was only an illusion. Simon was so much stronger than he — so much stronger than anyone I’d ever heard of.
Yes, possibly stronger than his father as well, although I didn’t want to face that possibility. Working together, my parents had just barely defeated Joaquin Escobar more than twenty years earlier, and only because Isabel Castillo had given up her own life to lend them her strength as well. If it turned out that Simon commanded powers which dwarfed even his father’s, I didn’t know what in the world we were supposed to do.
Especially n
