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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