AN HOUR LATER, WE HAD to admit the energy transfer wasn’t going to revive Bastion. There was no point bringing him to the Smythewhite residence if he wasn’t conscious. United momentarily, Justice, Grace, and I padded over to Luke’s car, far enough away from my cousin so we wouldn’t disturb him while we talked.
I cleared my throat. “If he wakes up, call me. Night or day. I’ll find a way to get him in there.”
As I spoke, ice splinters slid through my veins. But I ignored them. Pain was good. It meant the pelt was doing something even if there was no obvious change in Bastion’s coloring.
Rather than answering, Grace swiped one finger across the slick paint job on the side of Luke’s vehicle. I couldn’t tell if she coveted his ride or was nurturing anger at me for not explaining where it had
