CHAPTER 56When the blue flash dissipated, Mara found herself standing inside the bubble facing Abby, who had a look of shock on her face. She turned to check on Sam. Only his head remained, floating in the air above the stream of iridescent mist that threatened to drain the last of him.
Abby wound up to throw the ball of mercury again, but Mara raised her hand and yelled, “Don’t! I’ll just come back again!”
Abby didn’t hesitate and tossed the glowing orb over Mara’s shoulder, striking another node with a muffled metallic twang. As it flew toward her, Mara dove out of the way, losing her sense of direction as she fell and rolled along the ground. When she came to a stop, there, inches from her face, lying in the grass just outside the bubble’s static wall, was the Chronicle—her Chronicle.
