Amelia's Point of View
"I really don't need a babysitter." I said again to Raya over my shoulder. She was sitting on the large sofa that took up a big chunk of Peyton's bedroom, flicking through a magazine. She looked bored.
"I'm not babysitting. I'm just hanging out with my Luna," she replied. "By the way, what are you doing?"
I was currently lying on my stomach across Peyton's bed, or what was now our bed, with my head underneath it.
"I'm looking for my book. Can you see it anywhere?" I had been searching for it for half an hour. There was an entire chapter devoted to special abilities. After what happened with Trudy the previous evening, I was desperate to read it. The gifts had taken on a life of their own, guiding me towards what I needed to do. I just wanted to underst
