My stomach dizzied and my hands shook as I watched his skimmer land neatly next to ours. Fancier than what Ming had called for Jenna. A big, silver bug with five legs and a bubble-head. Alicia clutched my hand. Bryan stood on my other side, our silent, stoic observer. Jenna and Tiala were just in front of us. Tiala’s bird, Bell, on her shoulder. For the first time since I saw her, Bell was silent, her head cocked to one side, her nearest round black eye fixed on the skimmer. A tall, slender man slid onto the grass and started toward us. Sunlight spangled his dark brown hair with reddish tints. He wore simple loose brown pants and a belted white tunic. Except for some indefinable fluidity in his movements, he looked normal. At least until he came close enough to make eye contact. His deep green eyes had the same intensity I’d felt when I met him inside the New Making. Flecks of gold floated in spring-grass-colored pupils that radiated Jenna’s wildness, Lukas’s power, and Nava’s single-minded drive all wrapped up inside one person.
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