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The winds read Connell’s direction and deposited them at a small glen surrounded by young trees twenty kilometers to the east. Unlike the location of Connell’s attack, the stain of violence was still fresh, although it was much smaller than Logan had expected.
“Almost nothing,” Gia said, her nose wrinkling.
Logan turned to her and nodded in agreement.
Every hair of the Earth Elemental’s braid was still in place. She was completely unaffected by the trip. Logan resisted the urge to smirk at Connell, who was holding his head as if his ears were ringing.
“Are you okay?” she asked him, a superior little smile on her face.
Connell shook his head like a dog and glowered at her. “I’m fine,” he said defensively. “It gets easier and easier.”
Logan pursed her lips and focused on their surr
