Sky Ghosts: All for One (Young Adult Urban Fantasy Adventure) (Sky Ghosts Series Book 1)

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that night. And now I’ve actually been watching Jane and Ryan. They got some style,” Chad answered with an approving shake of his head.
    “Yes, they’re good; but isn’t it interesting, what Pain just did?”
    He shrugged, “Yeah, but I guess I’m not surprised, considering all the other stuff they’re capable of.”
    Dave only waved his hand at him, disappointed, and turned back to Pain and Marco.
    The practice was finished, and the sisters came up to them. Aside from a light sheen of sweat and a weary expression, Jane looked as if she had just walked in, and the guys couldn’t say the same about her sister.
    Pain’s gear was cut and torn everywhere, the skin under it raw and bruised, her T-shirt splattered with blood. Her jacket was split on the back, and a big gap stretched vertically between her shoulder blades. And just as they came up to Chad and Dave, restoring their breaths and sheathing their swords, one of the doors cracked open, and Peter’s head stuck inside.
    “Hi, Peter!” the sisters greeted him in unison.
    “Hi. I just wanted to check if you’re alright,” he responded, looking at the guys. They looked back at him, a little surprised, and got up.
    “We’re okay,” Chad assured him, coming closer.
    “Yes, we’re fine,” Dave added.
    “You need anything, maybe?”
    “No, we’ve already got everything, thanks,” Dave answered for them both, and Peter nodded.
    “Good. I’ve contacted your father, Dave, and he confirmed that he never had any business with Eugene,” Peter informed him, dropping his voice.
    Dave nodded, not surprised at all.
    “You didn’t tell him about what happened, though?”
    “No, there’s no need for him to worry, right? Sorry I don’t have any other news,” Peter grimaced.
    “It’s okay,” Dave waved his hand, not wanting to upset the man, but feeling disappointment creep inside the pit of his stomach.
    Peter smiled at him, but then his look switched to Pain, and he frowned. She stood with her back to him, wiping her hands with a towel, her attention somewhere else.
    “Pain,” Peter called for her, and she turned.
    “Yes?”
    He suppressed a sigh before saying, “Another set of gear?”
    “What?” She seemed confused. “Oh, no, just small cuts.”
    “You’ve caught the seam,” Peter said, pointing with his finger. “Haven’t you noticed that the jacket has torn?”
    With a mixed expression, she shrugged off the jacket and stretched it by the shoulders, looking at the wall through the big gap in its back. Behind her, Marco snickered.
    “Damn!” She lowered her hands and looked up. “Peter, I’m sorry, I’m trying to be more careful,” she said it so honestly that Dave wondered if she really believed that what he had just seen could by any measure be called careful .
    “Pain,” Peter sighed again and shook his head. “Maybe I should set up a factory here, just for you?” He threw up his hands and closed the door, disappearing behind it.
    Marco chuckled, and Pain whirled, shooting him a resentful glare.
    “Not funny, dork,” she snapped, but Marco didn’t seem to be bothered by her reaction. Instead, he just spread his hands wide, as if for a hug, and advanced on her.
    “Heeeey, don’t be so sad! Come here, my little butcher!” he lisped and then reached her in two swift strides, trying to sweep her into his strangling embrace. She jumped back, scowling and swearing, but he caught her and squeezed her like a toy, heading for the doors.
    “Let go of me right now, you, obnoxious, nasty freak…” her voice trailed off as Marco retreated to the exit, carrying her away as she twitched and kicked in his grip.
    Jane watched them go with a mild smile.
    “What’s the problem with this gear?” Dave asked, rousing her out of the reverie.
    “If the cloth breaks up at the seam, it’s impossible to repair it,” she answered mechanically, seeing Ryan pull off his jacket and wipe his neck with a towel, his white T-shirt translucent from

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