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Chapter Two

Mercy

“We need to do something.”Gwen walked up beside Mercy. Sweat from the morning heat dotted her forehead.

“She’ll never listen to us,” Mercy complained. “She doesn’t believe in happily-ever-after.”

Mercy and her sisters were different in their own ways. Their abilities were each as unique as the sister who had them. Changing their stubbornness, however misguided, would be like trying to blow up a mountain with dynamite the size of a toothpick.

Wind caressed their faces as the sun dipped behind some angry-looking clouds.

“Are you doing that?” Gwen asked, glancing up to the sky.

“Nope.” Mercy shook her head. The rain that was coming hadn’t been Mercy’s ability in action, more like Mother Nature’s, and judging by the storm headed their way, Mother Nature wasn’t happy either.

Gwen nudged Mercy’s shoulder. “We didn’t believe in love either, but look at us now. We got sucked in like couples on Valentine’s Day.”

Their sister, Honor, was more than just fighting the inevitable. She was taunting it and teasing it with candy, only to yank it away. One day she wouldn’t be quick enough, and she’d get bitten.

Mercy didn’t want to think about how she and her sisters would have to pick up the pieces in the aftermath, but Gwen was right. It was time Honor gave in so she could be happy too.

“I think we should interfere,” Mercy said, unable to hold her tongue any longer. They were sisters. They were supposed to care.

“She’d kill us,” Gwen said with a little more excitement in her voice than expected.

“That’s an understatement. We might lose her for good,” Mercy countered, trying to predict the worst possible outcome.

“Either way, only one of two things is going to happen. She’s going to quit running and face it head-on or run faster and hope her luck holds out. We both know how well that worked for the rest of us,” Gwen said.

Mercy nodded, turned, and used her crutches to hobble toward the church door. “I think we need to even the playing field and steal her running shoes.”

“I’m game,” Gwen said, yanking the church door open. “Now, we just have to convince the others to play.”

“We don’t want to upset Honor before the wedding. She’ll be a no-show, and then Faith will blame us,” Mercy said.

“So, we’ll wait until after the wedding and then make our move,” Gwen said with a grin.