ElianI had always been good with plants because plants did not demand immediate answers.Humans did not have that patience.Harper Vale even less.“I want an answer,” she demanded.We were in a secure room at the Bridge Commission.Harper had refused to go to the hospital until a human doctor agreed to examine her inside the building. She allowed the wound on her forehead to be cleaned, let them examine her pupils, and tolerated a bandage.Then she threw all the staff out.Everyone except us, my parents, Kael, and me.Liora stayed outside coordinating security.Harper pointed at the mark on her wrist: our names, written in dark magic.“Why you?”Kael opened his mouth, I looked at him, and he closed it.I was grateful that, for once, my brother understood that a truth could become a weapon if it was throw
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