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Angela
This trip seemed to move even more quickly than the previous times we’d teleported. It could have been that having Isabel’s powers connected to ours gave us an extra jolt, like applying nitrous to a race car’s engine. Whatever the reason, I barely had time to take in a breath, let alone release it, before the three of us appeared in the living room of what had once been Simón and Beatriz Santiago’s house.
It was empty.
We all took a quick glance around, but I could tell no one was here. One of the windows was open, and the filmy curtains on either side of it moved languidly in the mild May breeze. From the street outside, I heard the sound of a car moving past, but otherwise, all was still. Well, outside anyway. Inside, I was all jangling nerves, my blood fairly singing with
