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Everything was chaos, but nothing seemed to matter as much as Moose did right now. Her friend was still alive and he was here and he was wrapping his pinky around hers. Would the professors really save them? Kinsay wasn’t sure, but she needed to believe it. She needed to believe it for Moose and for Aries and for Emm and for her sister and her brother and for Flynn and for Cece and Yoyo and Sammy and everyone else who mattered to her. Kinsay James needed to believe it and for some reason, that was enough. That was enough to promise and hold onto.
She tried to pull Moose up, looking back as Aries let go of her hand. Please stay safe. She didn’t say it out loud, but she hoped her eyes said it. Turning back, she moved to help Moose stand, wordlessly thanking Kaira for her help. Because she didn’t know if he’d be able to stand, she hugged him to keep him upright. ”Moose? Are you okay? Do you think you can walk?” Because in that next moment she heard Phoebe calling her name, beckoning her to the back. Out of danger.
Right now, standing in the middle of the room, they were exposed. They needed to get to the back. They needed to.
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