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308 pages, Kindle Edition
First published December 17, 2013
“Easy for you to say. You already know what your power is.”
“They’re called ‘gifts’,” Tera murmured, “and I’m pretty sure yours is impatience.”
***
Levi yelled something about volleyballs being expensive.
***
Darien racked his brain for the smallest reason he could have been summoned by something as scary-sounding as ‘the Grand Master council’.
***
He squinted and found a fresh crack snaking from the right windshield wiper to a small spider web in the center. “Speaking of bad news, you owe me a thousand credits.”
“Cool. So, the world is ending, but who cares, right?”
***
“So it’s the apocalypse and special forces are after us. Awesome. We’re all gonna die.”
“That’s enough,” Jet said.
Darien froze. “What?”
“Jet! Would it kill you to be nice?” Aleah shot Jet a disapproving look, then gave Darien a sheepish grin. “I’m sorry. He’s just... introverted.”
Jet snorted and looked back out the window.
And a psycho. Darien forced a laugh. “No problem.”
***
Is ‘Thracian’ his dad? Why does he call his dad by his name and not ‘Dad’?
Jet barely contained a growl. He could call Darien out on it—again—but this time it’d be just as awkward for himself. Note to self: get him to build mental shields. Immediately.
***
Darien’s thoughts ran over Jet’s like a freight engine.
***
“Why not?”
“Because it’s dangerous, you idiot! And untested and stupid.”
Darien grinned. “Did you just call yourself stupid?”
Jet sighed. “I should have left you in Katrosi.”