and ran over to take the last seat at the table leaving wet prints and drops in her path. "That is wonderful? How? Tell me everything!"
Just as the blanket had retreated it was back smothering them. "He doesn't want anything to do with us," Marissa choked.
Terra laid a hand over Marissa’s as if it could have soothed the rejection she was feeling. "Era and I met him at the library. We knew immediately who he was, but the boy has an attitude. The only one he seems remotely fond of is Era." Era rolled her eyes. "We have a plan; we're going to try to talk with him again."
"Do you have a back-up plan?"
"No, we'll get to that if this doesn't work."
Aunt Gwen looked apprehensive. "Look, girls. You don't have a lot of time. You four may be in the same vicinity, but that does not make you safe. Not until you are together, and as it is, you're in more danger now than you've ever been in. You're too close and that poses a threat." She pushed herself to her feet, and in turn kissed their foreheads, right under their hairline. "I love you, but there's only so much I can do for you. Move fast. I'm going to bed; I have to be up in the morning. Don't you stay up late Marissa, you have school.”
“Yes ma'am.”
The three sipped their juice, and Terra waited with bated breath as Era listened to their guardian climbing the steps and go into her room. As they waited, she devised another plan in her head. They wouldn't wait until morning. If they were to try only in the daylight then it would take twice as long. Aunt Gwen was right, they didn't have much time, and anyone with a shred of common sense would stop it then.
That train of thought begged the question: Where has the danger been? They had never had their lives put at risk. It sent her stomach to the floor to think of how safe they were. Put aside the relocations, what had stopped anyone from finding them through records and destroying them? The answer was nothing.
“She's asleep,” Era said nearly twenty minutes later.
“Issa, you should go to bed too.”
Marissa peered at them closely. “What are you going to do?”
She looked to Era. “Bryne doesn't know what we're going to throw at him, but he'll be expecting something. He knows of his talent and who we are, so he knows we won't give up that easily. What he won't be expecting is us going to him at night. His guard will be down. It's perfect.”
"I don't know, that's risky. We'll be in his territory. We don't have his address and we can't knock on every door until he answers..." Era sighed.
Enthused Terra jumped up. On the wrap of the pie that Bryan gave them was a yellow post-it note written in shaky but large and clear writing. "Nina Brown," she read to herself. On the refrigerator was the paper that was tacked to the front door earlier. Most of them had addresses on it and right there in the same handwriting was Nina Brown's address.
She placed it in front of Era. "You have to love small towns."
Marissa bent halfway over the table to glimpse at the address reading it upside down. "I want to go."
"No Marissa," Terra denied instantly. She did not like the thought of her sister going with them. They didn't know what Bryne's powers were, but he was fire and the school had to be rebuilt probably because of him. It wasn't safe, not until they assessed the situation. Marissa was young, though only a few years younger than herself, like a mother would, Terra still saw her as a young child, one to be protected.
"Why not? This involves me too."
"Forget it, Issa."
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