The Encounter Blog interview with Etta Castle Teague HL: Your superhero team is super small being just yourself and Baldwin Falk. There are others, like myself, who believe in what you are doing. Why not trust us to help? ECT: It’s not worth the risk learning to trust anyone else with this. Too much is at stake, you know that. Trust is such a fragile thing. I have often pictured it as being like a spider’s web; the whole of it is held together by a number of individual threads. But let one break, and the whole thing begins to fall apart.
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Etta’s body jerked as if she’d been electrocuted by a high voltage power line. She didn’t know how long she’d been out or how long Baldwin had been calling her name. What she did know was that her head was throbbing and the horn of her car was beeping non-stop.
She slowly raised her head and narrowed her eyes. The horn shut off the moment she’d lifted her face from it. The head light to her left was shining brightly into the trees and bushes, while the other was obstructed by what she could only imagine was blood. If her memory served her correctly, she had hit the tail end of the large buck in the road.
“Jørn?” Panic sliced through her with a cold that only found warmth in the sound of his name. She touched her forehead and felt the large speed bump protruding from her face like a goose egg. At least it wasn’t bleeding.
“Etta? Etta, can you hear me?”