Chapter 23
Twenty-Three I need power. I need my Griffin Ability. And there’s only one way I can think of right now to get it. My hands shake and unshed tears sting behind my eyes as I stride out of the faerie paths and into the desert heat. I walk forward, gripping my stylus and sword more tightly as I try to stop the shaking. My throat hurts from forcing the tears back. The ache in my chest is so real, I think my body might actually cave in on itself. Don’t think. Just move. I force my body into autopilot mode: Through the dome layer, across the grass, aim for the tree, up and up and up all the stairs, past Vi and Ryn’s house— Don’t think don’t think don’t think. But it’s nearly impossible not to think of them. I almost break down completely as I look at their house built across two huge branch
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