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Seriously, we were going to be absolutely covered in bruises.
I swatted a group out of my face, then jumped toward the egg.
The pixies saw me coming and dodged with an ease that was almost embarrassing—for me.
“Oh, come on.” I sighed. “Win, help me.”
He grumbled but climbed up into the exhibit as well, using his spray bottle like a pro. Thank goodness I’d brought the big bottles for this job. Never thought I’d need that much pixie repellent at once, but here we were.
I stared at the pixies, watching them lift the egg higher and higher until it was above the dragon skeleton’s back.
“Well, shit.” I swatted another pixie away.
“What the hell are we gonna do now?”
“I… have no idea.”
Chapter Eighteen
Miles
Winter and I stared up, continuing to push the other pixies away, for a long moment before he finally turned to me. “Um, so… you might not like this idea, but… do you think your empath magic could work? Can you make them calmer and make them feel like we’re safe?”
Oh.
Oh shit.
Why hadn’t I thought of that?
What an absolute dork.
“Um… worth a try, I guess.”
He sent me a smile that I could barely see through his mask since it was getting foggy after breathing heavily for so long. My mask wasn’t any better.
Since bonding with Sola, my empath abilities had been… enhanced. So maybe this would have a chance of working, even with this many pixies in the room.
Winter had noticed how strong I was getting before I had, but I hadn’t really played around with it too much.
After all, who wanted to feel every single emotion of the people around them?
The pixies were far away now, but I was pretty sure I could reach them from here.
Ignoring the irritating pixies around us, I closed my eyes and concentrated on my magic. I could tell that Winter was doing everything in his power to keep his null-ness to himself, which I appreciated for this task. Where he stood was almost like a black hole, a big space where no emotion existed. I sorta wanted to fall into that space.
But I’d have to wait until we were home for that.
As I pushed my magic outside of myself, I knew that those who could see magic would see purple mist swirling out of me, reaching out to every being in this room, and wrapping around them.
I picked up the emotions of every pixie around me.
Anger.
Fear.
Fear, fear, fear.
Anger.
