“They wouldn’t! I spoke to them. I helped them. They said—”
“It doesn’t matter what they said. We need to get you to safety. Come on.” Another exchange of arrows and bullets thundered overhead as Fletcher began crawling toward the river.
“No.” Seba stood, putting herself directly in harm’s way.
“Seba—!” His shout was drowned by a tidal wave that exploded from her. It rose a dozen heights in the air before crashing into the space between the cityfolk and the World Alliance. The water rose again in a mighty crest before it froze, becoming a thick, solid wall of ice.
“Regroup,” Fletcher heard Taeleia cry. “Pull the injured and dead and reform the line!”
“That should hold them,” Seba gasped, “long enough for me to find out what’s wrong.”
Fletcher rose. He took hold of her arm and gently
