Chapter 1“You don’t have to worry about the random magical surges,” Ryan protested across the connection, “I swear we’ve got it under control.”
Captain Justice, on the other end of the holographic call, crossed muscular arms in the Guardian Tower and said, “Hmph,” with exactly the same inflection Ryan recalled from his days as Tim’s teenage sidekick.
He refused to cross his arms in turn. Or to scowl. He wasn’t fifteen anymore, and he even considered Tim a friend. Mostly. Some days. “Really it was just the one time, and we’ve figured out why, and Holly has better shields in place now.”
Holiday Jones, settled into the reading nook of one of Clifftop’s stone-hewn walls and big windows, looked up from an enormous academic study of Elizabethan witches and made an apologetic face at him, whic
