Chapter TwelveKiera and Mags ate their breakfast in silence. Kiera was busy mulling over what had happened. What was the point in having powers if she couldn't control them? What if she hurt someone? She'd been lucky so far. No-one had been hurt when she brought down the block of flats, and today she'd set fire to the vegetable patch rather than the house with Mags inside it, but what if her luck ran out?
Mags ate her breakfast with one eye on her bowl and one eye on Kiera thoughtfully. As if she could read Kiera's mind she paused before they rose from the table and patted Kiera's hand reassuringly.
“It comes with practice dear,” she explained, “the fault is mine. I keep underestimating how strong your powers already are. You'll learn how to control them.”
“I'm sorry about your vegetabl
