Silver could not exist for long independent of Clara and they both knew it. Tactically she understood why, because teleportation would disrupt Clara’s focus and put them all at risk. Whereas Silver was like a spring under tension, it was only a matter of time before she snapped back into the whole.
“That’s why you’re my favourite…” Clara said with a wink.
There came the sound of dry heaving from the depths of her mind, and she even caught someone doing a Bronx cheer. Silver must have been aware of their reactions and laughed.
“I needed this,” Clara whispered.
Without another word, Clara grabbed her backpack, focused on their campsite, and vanished entirely from sight.
Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
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