“How bad is he?” How bad was who? August? I abandoned my snack idea and hurried across the house, stopping just outside Eli’s door. There was a moment of pause before he responded to whoever was on the other line. “How many days do they think it’ll take him to heal?” My heart squeezed painfully. Was August hurt? “You need to get him out of there,” Eli finally said. “I know the thunder doesn’t want to let him go, but try to convince them.” Another moment passed. My heart pounded erratically. Eli growled, “If it comes down to it, I’ll fly in there myself and convince him to abandon them. He’s
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