J'aime Everleigh Cavanaugh | Meg Giry (

Pain was distant, carted away by a surge of adrenaline that numbed her and strangely kept her from crying, even as she registered the sobbing pleads of Ella. James felt separate from herself and dazed from the way she'd hit the wall. And this time, when she hit it again, she didn't even feel it.

The swirling chaos of a dark, overcast sky was the last thing James saw for several seconds. And then she was on the ground, and Ella was clutching at her. James blinked up at the men with their final warnings, wordless. This must be what shock feels like.

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