It was in her moments of lucidity that I got the most nervous. 

“I’m a damsel, Bran,” Annemarie whispered, shaking. “I didn’t think power felt like this.”

I chuckled humorlessly, pressing my face to her hair. “I don’t think it’s supposed to.” 

She smiled a watery smile, and I could feel her tears dripping onto my collarbone. “We have to go find her.” 

 

Quick note: the featured images on my writing portfolio posts have little to nothing to do with the excerpt. The way that they formatted, however, was a bit nicer than they were without any pictures! I’m going to hopefully replace them with more pertinent images in the future, but this may take some time as I am using my own material. 

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