49. Vameer
Vameer
My heartbeat jumps.
I slow.
Tree tops glisten with morning frost hundreds of feet below me.
I’m close to my brother. I can feel it.
Then my pulse starts to sprint. And it’s tinged with panic.
I release my gravito.
Before I can drop even a foot, I throw my power back the way I came.
And I jump in the direction of my mate.
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