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Lianna
Six Months Later
Maxon and I march toward a metal skyscraper. A shiver rolls across my shoulders. Like an oversized knife, the steel building cuts into the countryside—a weapon against nature itself. The promise of a storm hangs in the air; maybe that’s why no one’s around. I shake my head. This place is more than quiet. My elemental sense pops another thought into my mind.
It’s dead.
I hug my elbows. “What do the humans call this land again?”
For the record, I’ve researched this particular building for months. But where it fits on a human map? That gets squishy. Hey, I just transformed into the Monarkki of Water. There’s a lot to track.
“By location, do you mean state, county or city?” asks Maxon. He knows his human territory cold.
I tilt my head, considering. “State.”
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