“I’m sorry – he’s doing what?” I really hope I just misheard her, but I know it’s too much to ask.
“Recruiting psychics, stealing them, whatever he has to do.” Elle crosses her arms, leaning back against the wall with a sigh. “There’s more of you than you realize. And more keep cropping up thanks to everything that’s happened.”
“Tomas…” Claire’s hands shake. The kid has been missing since before I met her, but he’d been showing the early stages of psychic development. Beside her, the table starts trembling on its own.
“Do not tell me to calm down.” She glares at me. “We need to do something about this. Why are we just standing around talking about it?”
“Because we need a plan. You’ll be no good to your brother if we move against Adwin without thinking it through. He’s too smart for that.” It’s one thing to tell Claire to calm down, and a whole other thing to follow my own advice. Claire might not see it, but it’s clear Elle senses my increased frustration. The fear of my own twin that I can’t quite keep at bay.
Claire leaves in a huff, refusing to sit still. I don’t follow, looking instead to Elle.
“She just needs some space.” The angel pushes off the wall before turning to follow after her. “But don’t worry, I won’t let her get far.”
“Thanks.” I watch her go, wondering how the hell I’m supposed to figure out what to do.
Saxon is about as aimless in this as I am with this entire story in general. But as long as I keep writing, I’m good!
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