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“Hey, at least the city’s still standing.”
River looks toward Wren.
“That part wasn’t us.”
Cyclone nods once.
“That was her.”
I glance over at Wren.
She’s standing near the railing again.
Looking out over the city.
Quiet.
Still processing everything.
River follows my gaze.
Then smirks faintly.
“Go on.”
I frown.
“What?”
He nods toward her.
“You’re hovering.”
“I’m not hovering.”
Cyclone raises an eyebrow.
“You absolutely are.”
Logan laughs.
“Like a worried golden retriever.”
Russ adds, “A very large, heavily armed golden retriever.”
I shake my head.
“You guys are ridiculous.”
River gestures toward Wren again.
“Go talk to her.”
“Why?”
Russ shrugs.
“Because if you don’t, we will.”
