“Arson tried to grab him before his face hit the dirt, but it was too late. “Don’t touch me. This is where I belong.” “Fine.” Arson shrugged, lying down beside him on the ground. “What are you doing?” “Helping you,”… — Estevan Vega Copy Share Image
“The stories didn't seem to care who he was or what he could do; it didn't matter. In their world, he wasn't alone. In… — Estevan Vega Copy Share Image
“Arson tried to grab him before his face hit the dirt, but it was too late. “Don’t touch me. This is where I belong.”… — Estevan Vega Copy Share Image
