’d never been fond of green vegetables. I wasn’t crazy about the way Daniel let his laundry pile up in our room at school. And I considered it irritating when people were needlessly unkind to others. But I didn’t hate a lot of things. Hate required a profound combination of your darkest emotions. Something you hated had to leave a scar.
I hated the look of fear on SJ’s and Pietro’s faces.
And I hated even more the bombshell we had to drop on them.
Daniel, Blue, Chance, Kai, Girtha, Alex, and I had just desperately charged across Dreamland in order to reach the exit portal. We were tired, hungry, and beaten up. But explaining why the seventh member of our original group hadn’t returned would zap the remainder of our spirits and energy completely.
“Pietro . . .” Chance started to say.
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