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"Sophie. SOPHIE!" Ugh. Bronte was shaking her really hard. "What's happening?" Then she remembered. "SANDOR!!!" Emery came up beside him. "He's fine." She tried to get up. There were bonds on her wrists and ankles. "WHAT'S HAPPENING?!!?" she yelled at the top of her lungs. Emery shushed her, as he put his hands on her temples. I got in!! he transmitted. Good for you. She thought sarcastically. Now listen. He transmitted. I'm going to explain. We want you on the council. WHAT?!?! She thought. Are you crazy?! And why would you kidnap me for that, instead of asking LIKE A NORMAL PERSON?!? Emery snorted. Are you kidding? A kid on the council?! If Sophie wasn't tied up, she would DEFINITELY strangle him. THEN WHY DID YOU GO THROUGH ALL THIS TROUBLE IF IT WOULD JUST MAKE YOU LOOK BAD?!?!?! she thought angrily. Councillor Zarina came up beside Emery. "Maybe you should just implant the information, because what you're doing would probably take awhile." "Good idea." agreed Emery. Zarina summoned the storm, and instantly it was cold and windy. Sophie saw a huge lightning bolt coming towards her, then everything went black.
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