ZANDER
“We don’t even know if it will work,” Lance says as he watches Finn pour the eighth bag of ice into the tub. He was helping the first few times but stopped when the tub was half-full. He sits beside me and holds my hand.
“It’s better than nothing,” I reply, drawing a circle on his skin using my thumb. “It’s gonna be fine. You’re here. Finn’s here. You both know what to do.”
He nods, kissing my hand. “I believe in you.”
“Step in,” Aunt Luna says. “When your heart rate drops at 50 beats per minute, you have three minutes. After that, we have to pull you out, or else…”
It was the tenth time she told me this. She is worried, too. Understandable.
“You have the stones?” She asks.
I nod. The stones are supposed to ground me in place. I glance at Lance and nod at him reassuringly. He
