Thirteen
“Run!” I shove Val to the side, and though I didn’t plan it, a burst of magic escapes my hand, propelling her a lot further than I intended. I don’t have time to see if she lands okay, but I trust she’ll perform an expert shoulder roll and be up and running within seconds. My gaze darts back to where Calla hurled a small fireball of magic to stop the glass racing toward us. I look at Ada and reach for my remaining Griffin power. “Your glass—”
Ada twists her hand, and something zooms through the air and slaps itself over my mouth. It’s white and sticky, and though I claw at it, I can’t remove the damn thing. I scratch more desperately at it, telling myself not to panic.
And then I vanish completely.
I stop struggling for a moment and look around. Calla’s gone too, and so is Val
