Charlie’s fleet of 11 condors flies towards the army of what must be a thousand dark demons.
Justin is dangling limply from the talons of one of the demons, but it’s his nightmare that’s bringing about the demons.
Charlie raises his hand and the sky fills with clouds.
“I’ve never seen him like this!” I whisper.
“He wants to be like me,” Joy says matter-of-factly.
I look at her for a second. “How do you know?”
She shrugs. “He tells me all the time.”
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