Jesse

Waiting was worse than fighting.

I leaned back against the railing, arms crossed, eyes on the horizon where nothing had happened—yet.

“How long do we just… stand here?” Rain asked, flopping onto the porch swing like a bored kid.

“As long as it takes,” I muttered.

“That’s not a real answer,” he whined.

Matt sat on the steps, sharpening a knife that didn’t need sharpening. “It’s the only answer we’ve got.”

Rain groaned. “I’m going insane. Is that what Solen’s real power is? Just... psychological warfare via boredom?”

Colby glanced up from where he was fixing his gauntlet. “If it is, he’s winning.”

Rain was getting on my nerves,...