Inside the building, the Wisp watched the man place the tray of food on the table and nudge what appeared to be a sleeping Blue Bird. She didn’t respond. The Wisp saw that the man had a tool belt on as well as a gun in a shoulder holster.
He encircled the man with his misty self, causing the man to cry out. Making his hand solid, the Wisp took the heavy hammer from the belt and slugged the man hard on the back of the head. He collapsed to the ground. Wisp grabbed the gun as well.
Stephanie—or Blue Bird—sat up and looked into the empty space where the gun and wrench floated freely. “I know it’s you, Mason.”
The Wisp popped out his head above her and looked down at her, seeing her wings in a restraint, and her ankles and wrists tied.
“You ready to leave here?”
“If you will have me.”
“G
