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Cheyenne said, “meet the rest of the disaster squad.”
“She’s gorgeous,” Nalia murmured, genuinely awed.
“Wait,” Isolde said, squinting. “Why does she feel like… something more?”
“Because she is,” Cheyenne said, stepping up beside Solana and placing a hand on her flank. “This is Solana, the spirit. But the girl inside is Serenya. And she’s here because she followed a dream, a pull, and probably one too many wind currents across half the planet.”
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