Whoever had wounded Candy couldn’t be far behind. “Get Miller to open the gate,” Jason directed, shifting Candy’s limp body in his arms. Daria ran to the intercom. Even in her panic, she found herself gawking anew at the majestic estate she’d seen only once before, looming behind metal fences and hedgerow that expanded the perimeter like a green web. Her hand shook as she pressed the button on the intercom. She glanced behind her. Candy’s motionless form slumped over Jason’s arm as he held his free hand inches from her head. A light shone down from his hand to Candy’s temple and Daria watched the gash disappear before her eyes. So that’s Jason’s healing power. Amazing. Daria hopped from one foot to another in anxiety. Why hadn’t Miller answered yet? Had he even returned home in such a short time? “Yes?” “Miller!
