Chapter Twenty-Eight
Anne
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Anne raced toward the woods, her heart pounding madly in her chest. She’d heard Victor holler in protest and knew that if she couldn’t figure out the flying thing soon, there would be hell to pay. Taking a deep breath, she leaped into the air, and when her feet stayed off the ground, she sobbed in relief.
Thank you... thank you... thank you...
Feeling a rush of adrenaline, she flew over the trees and headed toward the bright city lights, not daring to glance back toward Victor, who was undoubtedly having a conniption. When she reached the edge of town, she searched for a place to land – somewhere high off the ground and private. She eventually decided on a new hotel that wasn’t quite finished and aimed for the roof. When her feet touched concrete, sh
