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transformation. Lyric can feed her what she needs to know. He can extract the stress. Don’t forget our resident healer. Astrid could help, too. I can read Sadie’s energy and…I don’t know, protect her.” She threw her hands up. “Something. It’s worth trying, Elijah. Crusoe is worth it."
    Elijah’s chest ached hearing his brother’s name.
    “ Sometimes, I think if I hadn’t left....” Lyric stared toward the darkening horizon. “This is big. Is it bigger than us?”
    Would they have wanted this were they in Crusoe’s shoes? Would he? “We can’t know the consequences. It’s never been done before.”
    “ Never? As far as we know. How much do we really ever know? I don’t care. I’m in,” Lyric said.
    "She’ll need you, too, Elijah," Holly implored quietly, her gaze penetrating his.
    Elijah couldn’t help but recall crystal blue depths staring back at him. What would they be risking if they attempted such a thing?
    "Look, if, as you say, the girl isn't an option, Elijah, what harm will reading her be?"
    Because Lyric would see Holly was right. That was his fear.
    Would tampering with realm lines send Enforcers after them? Would they harm Sadie or help her? Could it even work? Time closed in on him--on Crusoe's life.
    "Promise me one thing." He must be insane. However, Lyric nodded solemnly and the noose around their options closed. "Leave her be until I decide."
    Holly's shoulders sagged a notch. Relief hushed from her every pore. As far as Elijah was concerned, she should feel the opposite.
    Even if they changed Sadie, what would become of her? What would her life be like after, not born to the second realm , but no longer part of her own? He thought of Orena, of how much she suffered because of the stigma of her birth. How was this different?
    "Swear to me you’ll wait," he said and faced the building’s ledge. He didn't wait for a reply. The last sliver of sunlight vanished under the horizon as Elijah spread his wings and stepped off the rooftop.
     

 
     
     
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    Chapter Three
     
    Sadie’s sandal thunking the waiting room chair filled the silence like a broken wind chime. Heather, her sister and “advocate,” glanced up from the Redbook and poked Sadie. “Stop squirming.”
    Feeling all of twelve instead of twenty-two, Sadie planted her feet on the thin carpet. The stillness in her body sent her mind into activity. The cart catastrophe with Elijah replayed in her mind a millionth time. Her face flashed hot. What a disastrous first impression. She had to get a second chance somehow. But if he never came back like Ben said…. d amn it.
    Sadie gave into her foot’s urge to wiggle just the tiniest bit. She’d have to die of embarrassment later. Time to focus on appearing functional. She had to give good, long answers. And keep her mouth shut about the dreams. Especially about the dreams.
    If only their mother’s death hadn’t upturned her world so drastically. She’d never have had to go through all this therapy crap.
    “ Sadie, please?” Heather gritted out.
    Sadie stilled her foot. Who cared if she fidgeted? The vacant - eyed receptionist sure wouldn’t. Besides, Sadie couldn’t help it. She had about as much talent for waiting as for keeping secrets.
    Two years ago, Heather would have been the first person to know all about Elijah. The crush, today’s wreck, even the dreams. Sadie missed that. “I hate this,” she mumbled.
    “ Hmm?” Heather said.
    Much as she would like to face Dr. Meyers alone, she couldn’t leave Heather out of the sessions. They’d made a deal. Heather got to sit in, Sadie got to move out. “Nothing.”
    Not showing up at all, and the thought crossed her mind every single day, would worsen matters. Matters had gotten good. Sadie was making progress. She had her job. Better yet, she actually liked her job and felt somewhat respectable doing it. The minor detail that Jen got her the job no longer bothered her. Neither did not getting paid