LUNA AQUAMARINE’S POV One year later “NO—ODIN—SIGRID—TOP THAT!” A burst of fire streaked past my head anyway and slammed into the wall that had already been rebuilt three times this month. I groaned and chased after them, skirts hitched, hair half loose, arms already aching. I pinched the bridge of my nose as two tiny red-white and gold blurs shot past me, laughing like maniacs, like they owned the place. Well, they actually do. “Listen!” I shouted. “Don’t make me get you!—” They roared. A shrill, delighted sound that echoed off the ceiling as they flew outside, fire raining down on the pack. I stopped at the threshold, chest heaving. “…Fine,” I muttered, breathing in that sharp winter air. “Burn it all.” I didn’t follow. Nobody bothered to. If Levi and Juliet were here then they probably would have tied them to a chair by now. I leaned against the stone instead and opened my hand. My fingers curled around it slowly, grateful that they didn’t see this to pl
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