Chapter 39. What Would You Know?

“Do you wanna get out and see, Chica? I will happily open the door and throw you out to test this theory. See how long you last in the fog.” Meadow snaps at her, and Carmen rolls her eyes, sitting back bitchily, and crosses her arms over her bust arrogantly. Anger and dislike pouring into her eyes, piercing like daggers in Med’s direction. Strangely, despite being the last thing we need, it’s somehow comforting to see them behaving like they used to and normalizing things for a second.

“I think what they’re doing now is proof enough. If they wanted something else, I doubt they would be attacking.” I try for a gentler approach, but Meadow and Carmen sit in stubborn silence and stare ahead as we progress. The atmosphere turns frosty, and I sigh to shake off the battle between these two stubborn femmes. My arms are getting sorer by the second due to holding them up with intent, and my energy is waning, holding my powers straight and steady for so long to keep the fog clear. I won