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She was tempted to try to extract a psychic history from him, too, but this was hardly the time for it, and she wasn't at all sure that it even would work. Not to mention, she doubted he would be pleased by such prodding into his past.

She didn't get much longer to deliberate on it, either, because Lord Goffe scooped her up in a metal cradle and raised the both of them high up into the air. Before she could even ask what he was doing, one of the metal chunks that had been swirling around him shot back toward the ground and impacted with explosive force.

Plumes of dirt, shattered rock, and splintered wood shot up into the air, high enough even to pelt the metal barricade that had been made for her. An entire section of the forest shifted visibly around the explosion as well, bending outward from the force, then back inward with the distortion of the ground.

Wide-eyed, Pauline wondered if Lord Goffe cared that he had just obliterated a location of geographic resonance.

Probably not, she decided. Perhaps he didn't know how rare they were. Or perhaps he did know and was simply more concerned about his people. She couldn't exactly fault him for that, but wow, if her father were here, he would not be happy, right now.

With so much debris in the air, she couldn't even see what had become of the site, but that didn't last long, either. A gigantic metal wall appeared in midair and swept almost all of it away before disappearing again.

A not-so-small crater was visible where the two of them had only recently been standing, and at the center of it, she could see a hole leading down into what was presumably the wrecked facility from the psychic history she had extracted.

"How about now?" said Lord Goffe. "Can you sense anyone down there?"

Pauline, however, could still only stare at him, dumbstruck.