The crowd thought the boy in the wheelchair was helpless-until the wild mustang lowered his head to his boots

hand lifted and stopped an inch from his coat.

Jonah waited until her fingers trembled, then said, “Flat hand works better. He likes knowing where you are.”

Sophie pressed her palm to Cinder’s shoulder.

The change in her was small at first. Her fingers stopped fluttering. Her breath, which had been high and quick, slowed enough that her vest rose and continue reading …