Thirty-Five
Ada’s angry cries, only somewhat muted by the bubble surrounding her, greet my ears. She pummels the inside of the shield with glass, hail and stones. “And she mocked us for wanting to use fancy magic,” Dash says to Zed.
“Dash,” I say as I fumble with the pocket inside the backpack, “maybe this shield bubble thing wasn’t such a good idea. You should have gathered more magic to stun her a second time.”
“And then have to wait another few hours for her to wake again?”
“A small stunner spell then! But this? She’s going to get free.” I wrap my fingers around one of the vials and jump upright.
“She won’t,” Zed says. Both his hands are raised. Hopefully he’s reinforcing whatever magic is surrounding Ada.
“Is that Dani?” Ada demands, pausing briefly in her attack of the shield bu
