He almost felt like he did back in high school. Riding now was relaxing and fun, not the thrill of competitive rodeo he’d once aspired to. As Dani sat staring at herself in a mirror, trying to determine where the next attack would happen, Sam went to pack up some supplies. Having her around felt better than right. The guys were charged. Rodney followed. Sam tensed. “What? You should be watching Dani, trying to learn.” “I’ve tried scrying before. It never worked for me. What’s wrong? You were off all day. In bed…” Rodney grabbed Sam’s arm. “In bed what? I enjoyed it. I have the same power jolt as everyone to fight an evil creature. Stop trying to heal me. It’s an old non-paranormal injury. The scar won’t just magically go away. The damage isn’t fixable. I don’t need it to be fixed. I function. Save innocent people, that’s the goal.” Stepping back, Rodney shook his head. “So why can’t we help you too? Dani said there’s plenty of energy. The more we practice, the better.”
