Sheriff Christopher frowned at me. First, it wasn't entirely true, and second, the fight was winding down, I didn't want to wind it back up. Now that I didn't have to control it, but had to, instead, call it into being, was I still quashing it? Was I still shielding? The answer was, yes. The first thing I moved was my head, back to look over my shoulder to where Primo had been.
If I'd been there from the beginning, my mind would have been slow and taking it all in with that artificial sense that you have more time to do things, decide things, than you actually do. I willed the thing inside me into him. He looked up, startled. He was frowning.
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