Chapter 17

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"Sloan." His voice was echoey.

"Pietro?" My voice was breathy. Almost a whisper.

"Sloan? What? Pietro's not here." Wanda asked.

"Sloan. Take my hand."

His voice was clear.

I can see him.

He's standing with everyone.

I stuck my hand out to take his but Wanda grabbed ahold.

"Pietro..." my last words would be me calling for my brother.

"Sloan let go. You'll be ok. Just take my hand. We'll be together again." He was now sitting on the end of the bed.

I shook free of Wanda's grasp and found Pietro's hand.

Everything went black.

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