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Nick nodded. His expression said that she was missing something important.
But . . . air? Air was everywhere.
Leaves lifted from the ground and began to spiral around their feet. She started to shiver again—but then the leaves swirled off the ground, forming a moving wall to enclose them.
First two feet high, then three, then eye level.
Quinn felt the first lick of fear. She moved closer to him—
then wondered if that was worse than moving away. “You’re freaking me out a little, Nick. Is the mother ship landing?”
“Relax.” He spoke gently, confidently. “It’s just wind.”
She stepped away from him, but not too far. The swirling leaves remained out of her reach, and the wind caught her blond hair and tossed it across her face. “Are you doing this?”
“Yes.”
“How?”
“I’m feeding it energy.”
She looked at him again. “I don’t understand.”
“I can control air. Wind. Atmosphere. Whatever you want to call it.” He paused. “That’s how I choked Tyler.”
Quinn put a hand out. Leaves caught against her palm immediately, crumbling before getting swept into the maelstrom again. It wasn’t enough to disturb this mini-tornado. A bare path appeared on the ground where the wind continued to whip in a circle.
“You’re telling me you’re doing this all by yourself?” said Quinn. “No machine? No—”
“All me,” he said. “But the wind is willing.”
She turned to look at him again. “Okay. Make it stop.”
He didn’t move, but she felt the change. The wind in the clearing died. Leaves spun wildly and fluttered to the ground.
Quinn jammed her hands in her pockets and stood a few feet back from him. Her brain couldn’t wrap itself around this quickly enough. She wasn’t sure she wanted to believe him yet.
This was a little too . . . weird. “So . . . what? Your brother blew that girl off a cliff?”
Nick’s eyes widened. “What? No. He’s not—Michael’s not an Air. He’s an Earth.”
Quinn licked her lips. “Do I need a twenty-sided die here, Nick?”
“Would you stop making jokes? I’m trying to explain this to you, and you’re—”
“Freaked out.” She took another step back from him, looking at the leaves that had fluttered to the ground. Nothing ab-normal, no sign of any device that could have done . . . that.
Nick studied her. “Do you have your iPod?”
That was like asking if she’d brought her boobs along. Quinn fished it out of her pocket and held it out.
Nick shook his head. “You listen. Dance. Do that one you were doing the night I picked you up at the Y.”
When the hell had Nick Merrick gone insane? “You want me to dance right now?”
He nodded, looking perfectly serious.
“But you won’t hear the music.”
