He shrugs and then flinches when I fake another punch. Despite all that’s happened, it’d feel good to hit him just once, but I won’t today. There’s always another fight to be fought, and although I’m looking forward to the next one, I now know I can control myself.
I return to Skye’s side. “What the scorch?” she says, raising her eyebrows.
“Long story,” I say. “Maybe I’ll tell you on the way to storm country.”
She punches me in the ribs again and I’m beginning to think that means she likes me, which is good enough for me.
We leave the village, and with the setting sun trying to push red light through the thick, gray cloud cover, we march into the forest, two Icers and four fire country natives, off to save the world, or at least a few kids. They’re someone’s daughters, sons, brothers, sisters—special to someone. Special to Skye and Siena.
And I’ll do everything I can to save every last one of them. Just like my sister.
Just like Jolie.