Flashback ( PDFDrive )

“Ready?” Ro asked, snatching an empty vial and raising her arm.
“No!” Sophie said as Keefe said, “Yep!”
“I’m going to throw this whether you play along or not,” Ro told
her. “So you can either give your boy a chance. Or forfeit. You have
three seconds to decide. One . . .”
On “two” Sophie reached deep into her core, gathering every drop
of energy she could find and mixing it with her mental reserves—
reminding herself that Keefe got himself into this mess, so it wouldn’t
be her fault if it ended badly.
And his hair would grow back eventually. . . .
“Three!” Ro said, and Keefe shouted, “Team Foster-Keefe for the
win!” as Ro whipped the vial toward Sophie’s head.
Sophie threw out her left hand and kicked her feet as much as she
could, and her fingers tingled as the energy poured out of her, hurtling
toward the tiny bottle like a tidal wave.
Glass shattered and someone screamed—it might’ve been Sophie—
as the broken pieces changed direction, slamming into Ro’s
breastplate like a stampeding woolly mammoth, sending her toppling
head over feet and crashing into the wall of medicine.
Shelves collapsed and shouts echoed as hundreds and hundreds of
vials plummeted—and Sophie whipped her hand and feet again,
reaching to save anything she could.
All that medicine—all of Elwin’s hard work.
She couldn’t let it go to waste because of their silly game. So she
imagined herself with thousands of hands, grasping in every possible
direction and . . .
A beat of silence followed.