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CHAPTER 7
“ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?” Griffin is leaning over me, his brows
pinched together in concern.
“Yes,” I say, rolling onto my back. “Just peachy.”
“What happened?” He looks really anxious, like I’m going to
accuse him of zapping me like last time.
No, I know better.
“I’m not sure. I just tr—aaaack!” I try to stand, but my right ankle
buckles under me. Arms flailing, I collapse forward against Griffin’s
chest.
Seems like Nicole didn’t just knock me down. My ankle doesn’t
hurt or anything, but it won’t support my weight. As I clutch Griffin’s
shoulders and claw my way upright, I throw a scowl in the direction
of the bushes where I glimpsed her. She’s long gone, I’m sure.
“You must have really twisted that ankle,” Griffin says, placing
his hands on my back for support. “Can you walk?”
“Of course I ca—aaaack!”
Another step forward—and another tumble immediately into
Griffin’s arms. What did Nicole do, zap away my ankle muscles?
“Here.” Griffin comes up behind me, scoops down, and lifts me
into his arms. “I’ll carry you.”