I didn’t stop running until I reached the Ferris wheel. Ever since the park opened, it had become the landmark attraction—everyone called it “The Eye of Seavora.”

“Get me on it!” I demanded.

Apparently, my name carried enough weight to halt the entire ride. The gondola groaned as it began to move, slowly lifting me above everything below.

From the ground, Miles just stood there, his neck craned, his eyes following me as I rose higher. ...