“I was fourteen,” I told them. We had moved so that we were all sitting on one of the couches that had been moved closer to the fireplace. I still wasn’t sure we should have untied Owen but he seemed just as eager to hear everything as my father was. My father had deemed him “trustworthy” after being questioned by his resident mind reader. Who just has a resident mind reader? I didn’t know whether or not to be impressed or scared. I sighed after a moment and continued, “and I thought it was just one of Arthur’s crazy adventures. I expect we all thought that. Charlie, me, Maria, everyone that went to the mansion that day was born powerless.”
“Oh…” my father muttered.
“A few of us refused to go into the building but that did nothing. There were these men that came and took us and Arthur.
