Chapter 43. A race not for the winning
He jumped off the table he had been standing on and came over to me, the wand in his hand. "What's going on?" I asked again, as he began to pass the wand over my body, keeping it about an inch away from touching me.
"You got into a lash fight with Devon and he hit you," Cali said. "Yes, I told you that, but what does that have to do with-"
A loud screeching noise erupted from the box as Quess waved it over my leg, where Devon had used his lash against me. Cali cursed and let go of me, stalking away to run a hand through her hair. I watched her, straightening up, alarmed by the nervous energy radiating off of her. After a moment, she turned.
"We have to go. Quess, get Tian and the bug-out bags. I want us packed to go in ten. Liana, leave your
