Red Rover
Citra yells.
“There’s no need to yell, young one,” comes a deep, accented voice from behind me.
We all jump. Meredith and JoJo partially shift—claws and fangs flashing. Nora, Citra, and I summon our magic, energy already pulsing through us—until we see who it is.
Kanati. Kamama. Huitzilopochtli.
Standing right there. Materialized from thin air.
“Thanks for the warning,” Citra mumbles, not bothering to hide her sarcasm.
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