Eleanor's POV
The moment my power released them, gravity seized its prize. Metal and glass and lives plunged toward the earth, the wind screaming past their falling forms. I didn't watch them fall. I watched Mira and Roxy.
They didn't hesitate. Not for a single breath.
Green and purple energy erupted from them both, lancing upward in twin spirals that wrapped around the descending cars. Mira's power caught the ones on the left, her arms shaking with the strain as she slowed their descent, gentling them like a mother catching falling children. Roxy took the right, her jaw clenched so tight I could see the muscle jumping in her cheek, her purple aura expanding into a wide net that cradled vehicle after vehicle.
They worked in perfect sync. Mira would stabilize, Roxy would catch, and together they lowered the cars toward the ground with desperate, focused precision. Some hit harder than others. I heard the crunch of metal, the shatter of glass. But most—most were saved.
