They argued. They shouted, listed the reasons why this was a very bad idea. But in the end, I won. Because they knew I was right.
With Sebastian on our side, Mom would be home free.
She was worth the risk.
I sat in Quaid's lap again, feet swinging, feeling his breath on my neck as he bent to press his lips to my cheek. The connection of our power was instant and full of fire, but I didn't have time for it at the moment and, to his credit, he pulled away with a sigh, clearly understanding it too.