Keefe froze as Foster lunged for him, bracing for impact. But instead of a painful slam, it was the Most Amazing Tackle-Hug of All Tackle-Hugs.

“Foster’s here!” his mind screamed. And she seemed happy to see him.

He hugged her back carefully, not trusting his control over his abilities. When she finally let go, cheeks flaming, he wheezed, “Not that I’m not glad to see you, but… how’d you find me? And also: breathing is important.”

“Sorry!” she stammered, stepping back.

“No need to apologize,” he said, flicking on the lights. “Honestly, I half-expected you to strangle me if we met again.”

Her smile vanished. “You weren’t planning to come back, were you?”

Keefe winced. “It’s not safe, between my mom and… everything else.”

“But you’re controlling your abilities better,” a new voice cut in.

Keefe startled. Right. Foster wasn’t alone. Dex—and Bangs Boy?—stood behind her.

“Not as much as you think,” Keefe admitted. “There’s still a lot I need to figure out.”

“I know,” Foster said, meeting his gaze. “About everything.”