Run! The jets are locking onto us! Dante’s voice cut straight through June’s shock—sharp, urgent, impossible to ignore.
The engines roared overhead, loud enough to make her ears ring and her teeth ache. The whole world seemed to shake. June just stood there, one hand pressed to her stomach, frozen for a moment. Then she felt it again—a real kick, strong and alive, coming from inside her.
None of this should be happening. The computer world was gone. Magic was supposed to be dead.
June! Move! Sarah didn’t wait for her to snap out of it. She grabbed June’s arm and yanked hard.
Up above, the lead jet spat out a streak of fire—a missile, coming straight for them.
Get to the grain silo! Hide! June finally found her voice, shouting over the chaos.
They ran, diving toward the massive steel
