Maxwell pinning St George

Instinct pushed St. George into the air. “Cerberus,” he shouted, “get ready to go out there. We need to—”
He dropped out of the sky and hit the pavement hard next to the silver titan.
“Don’t do it, George,” someone said.
Max stood in the street behind them. Somewhere he’d found a charcoal suit. The sleeves were pushed up to reveal the tattoos on his forearms. He had his hands pressed palm to palm against each other so his fingertips touched his wrists.
St. George leaped to his feet, focused on the spot between his shoulder blades, and stayed on the ground. Something pushed down against him. He focused harder and the something pushed harder.
Max shook his head and raised his hands without separating them. “I can’t let you go out there.”

Excerpt From Ex-Communication, pg 348
Peter Clines
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