Lina wiggled her fingers. “Can you feel that?”
“Feel what?” Ethan stared at her fingers as if they were made of magic. Well, they kind of were.
“I can feel — little tingles of power. In — in eight of my fingers.”
“That’s going to be interesting when you add more people.” Jackson hrrmed.
“When?” Lina wrinkled her nose at him. “Are you planning on me saving more lives?”
They were walking — casually, slowly, like they weren’t in any hurry at all — through the sort of befuddled crowd, currently past what remained of the catering tables. Jackson was handing Lina mini-quiches while Dylan and Ethan grabbed sushi rolls for themselves. Continue reading