Dakshana dropped to her knees beside her friend. Minka gasped, clutched at her chest - at her heart. Like she couldn’t breathe.
Dakshana cast a wild look at the walls. A single swirl of pale paint had gone still, pulsing. Minka’s name. Dakshana scooped up a rock and dashed it against the paint. Chips of rock flew. Srina cried out in alarm.
“She’s dying!”
Dakshana struck again - she had to free her friend’s name, save her. She drew back for a third strike, and a hand came out of the wall. Closed over her wrist.
Chadstone said, “You can save her.”
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