The green rain felt nothing like regular water. When Maya stepped off the edge of that high roof, the air thickened—sweet, almost like breathing in honey. She didn’t drop. Gravity just snapped, like someone cut a string, and suddenly down was up. Julian’s hand locked around hers so tight it nearly hurt. His grip was the only thing that felt real as everything else vanished into blinding green mist.
“Don’t let go!” Julian’s voice sounded distant, echoing up from somewhere deep and far away.
“I’ve got you!” Maya yelled back, even though she could barely see her own arm through all that thick, glowing light.
Then the wind started up, but it didn’t sound like wind. It sounded like voices—everywhere, whispering secrets, laughing, crying, telling stories no one else was supposed to hear. It w
