Chapter Seven
Chelsea took a step towards Sydney, hand reaching out as if to comfort. Before she managed to touch Sydney’s shoulder, her hand dropped away. “You’ll figure it out. You’re the master of plans.”
“Yeah, right.” Sydney laughed sharply. “And how many of them work?”
Chelsea’s hand rose again then once more fell to her side. “Nearly half your plans work. Besides, I’ll help you.”
Sydney swore. “How? You can’t even touch me. What are you afraid of? That I’m contagious?”
“Are you?” Chelsea looked from Sydney to Corrin.
“The binding is done. There is only one way to change it,” Corrin said.
Sydney strode back to the swings and dropped onto one. Her throat ached, her eyes burned. How had everything gone so crazy so quickly? “What the hell am I meant to do now? It was an effort to
