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Logan was a comet streaking in the sky. She had never moved so fast, and with good reason.
She wasn’t supposed to reorder the major air currents. The jet stream ran in a predictable pattern for a reason. What she was doing was f*******n. But she didn’t care.
Logan had manipulated the flow of the jet stream to carry her back to Colorado. If the Mother wanted to punish her for messing with the natural order of things, She could sideline her and choose another Air Elemental—after Logan got back to Connell.
He wasn’t dead yet. She could feel the connection between them still intact. It was like a silvery thread tying their auras together. When she tugged on it, there was a vibration along the aether.
But he was hurt, grievously so. And he could still die. She didn’t know how she knew t
