Dani tilted her head and moved her hand.
Almost.
She straightened her head and tilted the glass.
Not quite. Where was it?
Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath, pushing away the
frustration, the urgency, the sense of impending doom that threatened to spill
its banks and leave her a quivering, gibbering mess. It was here. She knew it
was. She had found it before and if she could just focus she would find it
again.
“Dani, give it up. You’re going to give yourself a crick in
the neck.”
There were worse things than a crick in her neck or the
headache that resulted. There were worse things than wasting an afternoon
chasing something elusive, something just out of reach.
There was failure.
“You don’t have to wait for me,” she reminded Jen. Dani
tried twisting, turning her whole body to the side.
“There! Did you see it?”
Jen sighed in exasperation. “What? A rainbow? You’ve been
casting those all morning.”
Dani hugged the crystal to her chest. It was all she had
left of her grandmother, and in that second she had found the piece of her
soul, stored here, waiting for Dani to find and release it.
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