Replay
Marisol and I pushed our power out slowly, gently letting it flow into Branson. I heard him suck in a breath and had to focus harder to make sure I could control the power. I pictured it like tendrils across his skin and I guided them into the bite wound. I felt his hand squeeze mine harder and fought through the concern, pushing deeper into the wound, searching for the tendrils of darkness winding their way through him. I grasped a piece in the peaceful warmth of my power and immediately realized this was different. It was like I was sucked into Branson. His mind, at least. I felt as if I was on the outside looking in on some strange house surrounding a sad scene. "Mom, can we have French fries for dinner?" A little boy asked as he clung to a woman's leg in a small, dark k
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